“Or Steven, I could make you my submissive. It’s very conceivable that I could turn you into my depraved, cum-loving faggot. I could make your a...shole the center of your being, craving being fucked, stretched, and used only by black cocks and strapons, my little gangbang whore. I could twist your desires and make it so you crave my snot as your sustenance. To belong to me, I would make you my bitch, making you wear my used tampons in your asscunt and love it. If you were to choose to be my. Light from the ceiling bulb gleamed off the flesh under ksa's thinning hair. ''please, max, I didn't come over here to have sex with yummy...not that she isn't an attractive woman. you see what my problem is!' you are looking at it.''''it's a problem many guys would like to have.'' max said as his eyes drifted down toward the huge kielbasa hanging semi-erect between kal's legs. ''please...my penis size may be popular in pornographic movies, but in real life, women don't want to feel like they. Dipping my cock into one pussy and then the other. The girls begging me for more, each softly purring when I shagged them hard, the other one massaging the tits of the one shagged, or squeezing my balls, or rubbing my crack. I blinked in frustration. Yet again I managed to make my cock go limp on me. Why on earth was I thinking of anybody rubbing my crack? I’ve never had that done to me, never desired it so. It must have been the remnants of seeing my dad enjoy a finger up his arse, and frankly. I continued for a little while and then realized that it was over and that I had already cum twice today. I stopped. I got up from the couch and looked over and saw the two coffee cups both still almost full. I laughed to myself and grabbed them. I went to the kitchen and rinsed them out as well as the coffee maker. I stretched and yawned and thought I’d better get on with my day and get a shower. I walked into my bedroom and there on my bed was a pair of pink lace panties and matching bra..