Art would never fuck me as good as Pete, I was sure, but nobody had ever eaten me as good as Art!Struggling to come down from an endless string of org...sms, I pulled him up and we kissed. His face was soaked! But I wiped it on a pillow then kissed him with more passion than ever. After I'd calmed, I pushed him over onto his back and moved my head down to repay him. Art was rock hard, but his cock was only about 5 inches long. It was pretty though - there's no other word for it. His cock was. The sex life in the bed also suffers. I remember the days when we were just married. Anil used to be very caring in bed. He handled me like a flower. But lately, his work was getting hectic and he looked at sex as just the way of releasing his stress out. He hardly bothered about my sexual feelings. After every act of love making, he would just doze off leaving me unsatisfied and wanting for more. I would then resort to masturbating. Sex was becoming very monotonous. I don’t even remember when. The throbbing pain and soreness are soon replaced by a warm glow, heating me to the core. I feel more alive than I ever have been before, each nerve ending tingles with new sensations. When I take a deep breath, I don’t notice the pain anymore. I only feel the sheet rubbing against my sensitive breasts. My nipples harden and poke through the thin material of the sheet, making it slide off to one side. He pulls the sheet back over my body, and his hand brushes across my chest making me arch my. As she stood gazing around curiously, she was unprepared for when the door bumped against her, and she quickly moved further into the room, the pulse drumming in her ears. Her stomach clenched with dread as the tall man with windswept black hair stepped quietly into the cabin and closed the door behind him to lean against its length. A shiver ran through her as those dark green eyes locked with hers, and she gazed back at him with a coolness she was far from feeling. Again she felt the strange.