Pillow talk has been missing from our relationship for quite some time. I talk to her, ask her about her dreams for our future, as I caress her body. ...t is exciting to make plans for our family. These plans stoke the fires of hope rising within us. After some time, we drift off to sleep, clinging to each other.The movement on the mattress wakes me. I open my eyes to see her in a corner fumbling with a bag. She retrieves something and walks out the door, leaving me wondering what she is doing. I. I’d forgotten I had this one. I’ve never worn it before.”A big smile came over Jamal’s face. “I love it. I love how shiny and wet it makes that perfect mouth of yours look. Perfect for sucking cock, lots of cock.”Tanya felt herself blushing, but she knew he was right. She knew that’s why she had put the lipstick on, hoping they’d use her mouth to fulfill their testosterone-laced teenage desires. Use her mouth for a place to come, to dump multiple loads of thick, savory boy-cum.“Oh fuck, man,. Truth be told, I had no idea what men saw in me. I’d never found myself personally attractive or captivating in any way. I was a plain Jane to an almost painful degree. Brown eyes, brown hair, short, average weight, average breasts and mediocre ass. The only characteristic I felt was worth appreciating was my intelligence—and the men I associated with hardly stuck around long enough to remember my middle name, never mind what smart joke I told or what interesting comment I made. As monsieur. It was one of my favorites, it was blue and buttoned up the front. I always buttoned my shirts pretty high, Billy and I argued about that once too. I looked at my shirt and it was hanging open more than usual with the top button missing but still modest. It was probably where most girls would wear it anyway.“Billy, please don’t.” I said softly, my tears flowing again.“Baby girl, you are going to have to relax. We are just getting started.” He said in my ear.“I don’t understand. Why don’t.