Rope after rope of thick, creamy cum coated Sams throat. Ethans eyelids flickered, his knees wobbled, his breath ragged. Fuck. Slowly, he pulled his c...ck out of Sams throat, slipping it past his lips to clean the still pulsing head. Sams throat was sore and his mouth ached from the throat-fucking. He swallowed with a grimace, trying to stomach the endless amount of cum Ethan had shot into him. Then he licked his dry lips and looked up at Ethan once more, at the twitching semi-erect monster that. So the search started again. The sub had to meet a number of criteria - intelligent, naturally sexy, classy and of course eager to explore her submissive side. The search always took so long as a number of promising starts fell by the wayside. Fifty shades had made so many want something different but they were so scared of themselves.One day while searching I came across her, it was always the same, her eyes were the key to it. They gave away so much and they never even knew they were talking. ‘So traditional,’ she commented, flushing from the view that appeared in front of her. Taylor was lying relaxed on the bed reading a magazine, amidst an artfully scattered array of rose petals, glowing candles, and a pair of wine glasses. ‘Hello darling,’ he greeted her. ‘How was your day?’ ‘I couldn’t stop thinking about you,’ Kendra murmured, coming over and running her hands through Taylor’s adorably rumpled hair. ‘And about yesterday. And, I had to wear this hideous scarf to cover this…’. Perhaps when I’m nursing, you can help drain my overfilled milk bags, eh? Would you like me to breastfeed you now and then? Sometimes, that’s actually good for the woman, at least when her breasts are swollen with excess milk,” Shiraz assured him.“So, you milk me, I milk you, and we fuck. A nice, mutually advantageous deal. And he’s okay with it, apparently,” he referred to me.“He is in the room and you can ask me directly, but, yes. I am more than okay with one of my wives screwing you. Hell,.