His voice was soft, needing… ‘m’Lady, I am going to cum…’ She let his manhood slip from her mouth with a ‘pop,’ and she looked him serio...sly in the eye. ‘Please do, for I am very thirsty.’ She dove back onto his cock, swallowing him down to the roots. He threw his head back, her name upon his lips, the cry a feral sound, filed with lust and passion as his cum shot into her mouth. She drank down every drop greedily, her throat milking him as he continued to shudder. Her lips suckled him even. I've always been homely; too skinny; too tall; too everything bad. I'm not handsome; hell, I'm not even close to good looking. My face is long and I look like a horse, which was my nickname in high school by the way. And my personality is for shit. I clam up if I meet a girl and in social situations, I suck. As I passed puberty, I started to lose my hair and got a belly. Even though I work out a lot, it makes no difference. God gave me a body that nobody else wanted. When I met her, I didn't go. On the Sunday afternoon of the third weekend, we had all been drinking heavily, and after loading up our cars, we were sitting at the picnic table talking, waiting to sober up before driving home. Joe had been teasing Ken about being old and not getting any pussy or blowjobs at home, and the beer gave me the courage, for the first time, to join the teasing conversation.I spoke up saying, “Come on, guys, don’t be so hard on Ken. I’m sure that he must find some way to satisfy himself.”Ken laughed. She really had beautiful legs – the mirror wasn’t able to lie, and she enjoyed watching her amazing, long, irresistible legs in their bedroom mirror. She was the dominant one in their relationship – her submissive husband was currently in celibacy, refraining from any kind of marital duties when it came to bedroom affairs. But it’s okay, she didn’t mind – she still had her feet to control him, to make him worship her, give her money and things.feet worship babesHe came back from work tired and.