Thinking about Beth Ann awakened a sudden need inside me. Instead of a feeling of calm, thinking about Beth Ann had me hard as a rock. I was so stiff ...hat my dick could drill portholes in the side of the boat. Taking matters into my own hands relived the pressure and let me sleep.My dreams were full of Beth Ann. She was ever so nearby me, that night. We were happy, together. Our bodies drew together in a thunderous climax, causing us to collapse at the apex, falling apart from the sheer. I have to remind myself as his sub that it is not about me. As his sub I must learn to be patient and wait until He tells me to do something. For example I would like to have some Ben wa balls so that I can train my vaginal muscles to be tight despite all the stretching they regularly endure. The vanilla me wants to rush out and buy some and start using them. As a sub I have to learn to be patient and wait. He will decide if and when I get them - and if and when I am to wear them for his. I couldnt take it anymore and I pushed her head all the way down my dick and it gagged her so took her mouth off it and started coughing then she did it again and again. il cum if you keep doing it that I said. She then started sucking my dick and it was the best blow job I ever got. Im about to cum I said. Just then she gagged herself and I blew my load in her mouth. She coughed again while my come slid down her chin. My dick was still had and then she grabbed the bottle of lube and put her. That, coupled with the defiance shooting from her blazing blue eyes, was enough evidence for that deduction. The black warrior took his stance, feet shoulder width apart, arms folded over his massive chest. Although his gaze took in the beauty of the girl before him, the exquisite movements of her stretching limbs and the fire that radiated from her very being, his senses were in tune to those around him. He knew that his presence alone was enough to send most of them screaming “Sleen” into.