.....is why I love it so much.+++++My latest-hope-at-a-boyfriend woke up to the smell of the coffee.I thought making coffee might increase my chances....Coffee and a blow job.He stumbled into the kitchen, still half asleep. He grabbed a cup,started pouring. He saw me watching him from the corner of his sleepyeye."Jesus Christ," he mumbled."How'd you sleep, baby? You were exhausted when we finished." I winked athim.He stumbled out of the kitchen like he hadn't seen or heard me.I pursued him.. Her head had been inside the bag since I put her there. Mine had been inside, too, initially, but when she finally stopped shivering, I poked my head out into the cold air.I was uncomfortable for a number of reasons. I’m sure those would be obvious to the average, normal person. But I was feeling neither average, nor normal. I was in bed with one of the girls. That’s what I called them, usually: The girls. I referred to them that way to Gloria in conversation, and she used the same noun to. ..her legs spread and her skirt up she is rubbing and grinding on her hand..........her eyes wide...so excited..........she takes her hand and rubs her wet fingers underneath your nose........you can smell her cunt....she is so wet her fingers leave the scent under your nose........this gets your cock stirring as you look sideways and see her legs in her sexy tights wide and her fingering her cunt as you throw the car around corners at high speed....You cannot take anymore of this...........you. ”Daniella paused, hovering. The dildo’s head must already have been prising apart her puffed lips, for all he could see. Her chin was raised, hair trailing behind, like she was bracing herself for bliss. “What was that?”He didn’t think he could bear to see her plunge down onto any dick other than his, even a fake one. “I said ‘please’. Please don’t. Don’t do that.”She pushed herself off his thighs and away from the waiting purple cock, then turned around to face him. “Why not?”He fought for.