.Charles: Like what?Alan: Um, OK, so I missed her birthday, and, um, one wedding rehearsal. I mean, big deal right?Charles: Any other problems?Alan: O..., she says we don't communicate.Charles: And you don't agree I take it.Alan: Look, if she wants to talk to me all she has to do is open a chat window. We have a computer in the other room. I even set up an account for her on the sex fantasy site. You would think she would appreciate it but all did was complain about the screen name I. I could feel my pussy start to react. The small string of the white thong I had on was, for sure, getting wet.He stood up and walked to the bedroom. 'Oh fuck, am I supposed to follow him?' I did not want to fuck this guy. I almost bent down to retrieve my bra when he walked out holding his wallet. Opening it he took a twenty out and placed it on the table.“I would love to give this to you if you allow me to suck on your amazing nipples."“I'm not interested in having sex, Frank.”"Listen, I go to. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into him. His cock was rammed so deep down my throat I could hardly breathe, and he came what seemed buckets of cum. It made me choke and I coughed it up, His cock was so far down my throat his cum shot out of my nostrils. All the time he kept saying things like " Go on, take that you little slut " and " I'm going to fuck your throat you little whore". After he came we just sat there looking at each other. He must have started to feel a bit guilty. I want you to cum all over my tits!” I surprise myself again with the dirty talk. You’re too close to respond at all right now, just hammering away at me. I smile, grabbing my tits, holding them together for you, showing you where I want you. Your panting reaches a peak and I feel you pull out of me. I slide off the couch and drop down to my knees at your feet. I kneel up, holding my tits right in front of your cock. I look up at you as you grab it and stroke it.“Yes, give it to me, I want to.