. my face coated with cum. Not surprisingly, the thought of having cum all over my face only added to the wildness.Cory drove to a gas station, realiz...ng he had forgotten to get gas earlier. He had me go and pay with my face coated with the now dried cum. The attendant, a teenage boy, gave me a strange look, but didn't say anything.Wanting to shock him, I said, "Oh shit, do I still have cum all over my face?"He nodded all polite even as the look of revelation crossed his face, "Yes, ma'am.". I could not avoid its comparison to a horse’s penis. Looking at his shaft I felt a bit jealous. I was not too small to feel threatened from Anil. However, I knew that women enjoy big cocks. Anil said, “Neena, don’t worry, I shall be slow and careful.” Neena kept her eyes closed. However, she blushed when she heard Anil. Anil penetrated my wife very slowly; and gradually started pumping motion, in and out of her pussy hole. He experienced extra pressure on the fore skin of his cock. Neena’s hole. As fantasy it was deliciously submissive, but totally not sustainable. So, it remained a subject for fantasy, and play. Actually being cut wasn’t like whip marks. Clitorises, once pruned, they don’t grow back.This is story is fictionalized reality. Stuff that happened at different times, and with different people, conflated, rewritten, made simple and manageable. IT WAS A GAME we played with each other occasionally while the boys were away in southeast Asia.We love each other, and at times our. Now this final act of shame - taken in front of Berlusconi himselHow could she have let things come to this?She was roused from her thoughts by hands on her body; the hands seemed to be lighter than before. She realised that these were not the hands of her hired lover. She shuddered slightly as they lightly ran up her inner thighs and stroked her soaking pussy. She couldn't believe it as she felt her body responding- she was beginning to feel aroused againShe opened her eyes and looked down to.