I’m bucking and desperate for air and then I vomit all over his cock.. mostly water but still no reprieve from being slammed onto this very hard coc...…I can feel my hair being sloshed around in what I had spewed, wiped across my face and all over me..,He points to his crutch ‘what the fuck is this? Clean it up, quickly!’ I lick up all the slime and mess between his legsThe pulls.. my head is yanked up and I am called the names he knows I hate to love.. ‘dirty cum slut!’ ‘You love the cock, don’t. Now some flashback…This is about 10 years later..Me and my cousin used to play “ghar ghar” when we were kids and in that we always used to become husband wife.. This soon caused both of us to actually behave like lovers.. We used to kiss each other (all credit to English movies), used to hug each other.. In short we did everything except sex and giving blowjobs..And everything means everything… But things changed all of a sudden when she confessed she loves me and wanted to marry me.. As this. My vagina. If I’m going to be painted naked I want it to be in the painting as well. Can I face you, instead?”He swallowed again, hard, and nodded. “If you want.”“Oh yes, I do.” I turned so I was facing him, maintaining the same pose. “How’s that?”He nodded rapidly. “Yes, very good.”“Hey, take a deep breath,” I said. “I’m just a woman, I won’t bite. Well, not unless you ask me to.”He didn’t say anything, bending instead to the paints. For a long time the only movement in the room was his hand. ”“Wow, I didn’t realize it was that serious. Oh, no Art, but please not my anus. It will be such anguish!” Gwyn whined to Art.“Here’s your problem as I see it, Gwyn. While I sympathize with you current full situation, your tampon and string that hangs between your legs denotes your period and vaginal hole punishment surely to be carried out with the fucking of a variety very large dildo which would indeed be a teachable moment would be unsightly, Gwyn. Well, as you know would be unnatural and.