Cum...that was my only thought...fuck me fuckme and make me cum...god I loved this...being fucked senseless...cumming over and over....I craved dick.....and I kept staring at that big horse cock and the glazed look on Connie's face as she fucked it. When the horse began hunching hard, forcing his cock into her, lifting her from her feet you could see the pleasure that permeated her mind and body even though the pain of his thrust was etched on her face in an awed expression. With every. I started to go over the bike, inch by inch. I found it. Unlike the self-contained transponder unit I'd put on Bart Kenesis' car, a transmitter of some sort had been placed on my bike behind the engine and between some of the exhaust pipes where I was unlikely to see it. A hair thin wire taped to the frame attached to the box as an antenna. He'd wired the unit to the bike's electrical system. Having battery power from the bike, also meant that the device could be more powerful and provide more. Believe it or not, it’s actually SUPER common for the desire to wane after you’ve ejaculated.In fact, just do a quick google search over mental blocks about eating your own cum and your find tons of forum threads filled with people talking about the mental block and shame that keeps them from fulfilling their cum eating fantasies.Unfortunately, you’ll also find a lot of homophobic responses, replies teeming with toxic masculinity, and a lot of really, really bad advice.Here’s the thing though:. “ Janie explained.“It’s the same thing. Transfer patterns can store energy too. Not as well as some other patterns, but well enough. The mark on your chest is the Lantern or bucket. The mirror is the ward.” Bella sounded like she was explaining basic arithmetic.“And I suppose sex is just another form of prayer?” Janie asked flatly.“Well, yes. For our purposes, anyway. You’ll see,” Bella smiled.“I feel like I should be doing penance just for listening to you say that.” Janie looked.