I trained my cuck years ago, so I know what you’re going through. I’ve seen my guy go through it all. Mind you, he wasn’t a virgin and he has a ...ice sized dick so it was different for him.”I sensed a slight change in her demeanour, maybe pleased that she’d put me in my place.“Hang in there, the cuckolding lifestyle can be really rewarding if you’re open to the experience.”There were those words again, cuck and cuckold. When Melissa and I first met Kassandra in the sex shop, she referred to her. “Shit man,” the sax player said. “Who would pay for pictures of that skanyy old bitch? That birthmark on her ass is nasty to look at. Who the fuck would pay money for that?” The others voiced their opinions and it all was duly recorded, I hoped.Two hours later it had become real drunk outside as I left five thousand dollars lighter and one movie and a bunch of pictures heavier. It was almost two in the morning and I was about ready to pass out. Too much booze and sex had about done me in. When. Turning her face to make the lips touch the cloth. She started sucking my cock over the underwear. There was a spot of wetness with my precum.She starts sucking there and takes the head of my cock into her mouth. And then going down the length of the cock. She made the underwear all wet with her saliva. I could feel the wetness inside my underwear.Suddenly she pulled my underwear to the side, pulling out my dick, even the balls. She looked at it closely. Not touching it. Then looks into my. As the hours go by, those same words keep our desire on a slow simmer. This isn’t foreplay; it’s more like fiveplay. I nod listening to her words and then begin to nuzzle her neck. Corrina’s makes this almost cat-like purr. Then my kisses travel around the side of her neck and across her collarbone. “Oooo, that feels so good, my breasts are beginning to throb,” Corrina reveals, but she needn’t say anything because the goosebumps on her arms tell me all that I need to know. My lips take a.