He lifted his head from my wide spared pussy, like a hungry lion looking at his next meal just before he takes its life, he asked me to choose a numbe... between 1 and 5. I had no idea why but something in the back of my head knew the outcome of my answer would not be good. I softly replied 1, feeling droll dripping from the side of my mouth. "wrong" he said, the answer is ALWAYS three, while his hand raised above my face he bunched up three fingers forming a rough triangle, slowly lowering it. I just had to share this though.Part 2Today my fiancée and I hung out all day. We watched some porn, got high, had drinks, and later she let me fuck her. I’ve been on edge because of her texting this guy and coming in her much more quickly than I usually do. She got a bit irritated at me and told me to eat her out. This is not something I do usually. I got a t-shirt to wipe my cum from her and she yelled No! and grabbed it out of my hand and forcibly pulled my head into her crotch. I got a. We had stopped for a late dinner at the local steak house first. New Years Eve at the Roadhouse had always been an intimate affair but it had never been that intimate before. The first thing that we noticed was that all the tables and chairs had disappeared and were replaced by huge, velvet cushions, cushions as thick as mattresses and large enough for couples to recline on. We picked one next to where Carol and her live in lover were reclining. After a minute, Sally kicked off her shoes and we. I keep tightroping at the very edge of consciousness, never actually losing it as all that emanates from my throat is thick foam and a low, continuous, deep, bubbling growl.Suddenly and without a warning, I feel a release from all the agony. I feel the torture near an end, the pain subsiding although I don’t know if it is yet another trick. The sudden freedom releases an orgasm from unprecedented depths I have yet never felt. Seemingly for minutes, my whole reassembled body keeps shivering,.