You thrust your hard cock deeper in me. You pull yourself until you are almost completely out of me and push again, filling me completely. I cry out y...ur name in pleasure. You continue torturing me with the edge of bliss, when you are about to push me over that edge, you stop and pull yourself completely from me, lowering my leg from your shoulder. You smile wickedly at me as you rise and straddle my breasts, your cock above my mouth. I smile and reach my tongue out to flick the tip of your. Had she hung up? I never should’ve asked such a question.“Oh, Nate it was a long time ago, right?”“Not an answer, counselor,” I said. “Just tell me. I mean, I told you that the night with you and Steven was what made me realize I was bisexual. I like women because of you. I’m married to Melissa because of you. Tell me. Do you have an i****t fetish?”“I couldn’t possibly tell you something so personal,” Abby said, putting on her mask.“Drop that shit,” I said rather harshly. “Either you’ll tell me. I lost count how many times he shot in my mouth but just when I started to gag, he told me, "Swallow my cum. . .swallow it all if you want me to fuck you". I swallowed, sucked, stroked his cock, and milked his balls until he pulled from my mouth. His cum was salty, starchy and sweet - and it didn't turn my stomach like I had imagined it would. With deliberate force, he grabbed me and bent me over the back of my sofa. My spit was thick from sucking him and his cum in my mouth made it that much. My night seemed as though it was going to take an up turn when I saw my boyfriend’s car in the driveway. I remember thinking, ‘Let’s Get It On!’ to myself, copying my favorite referee’s catch phrase. Those were words I was hoping to hear tonight before my fight, but I guess they will have to work for a silly sex pun. The good news was after I had a drink and had sex, I was going to be able to sleep for sure, so that was a little silver lining to the evening. I just left my gym bag in the car.