He moved my body, spreading my knees and raising my arms over my head, opening my body in all the ways a woman is supposed to keep private. Only when ... am panting with desire does he check again for wetness. A slow, terrible test. I know I am failing it even as he fondles my sex, his fingers filthy with me. “Yes, a very bad girl.” The stroking is terrible. Knees wide, vulnerable. Soft, light strokes, a teasing, orgasm producing stroke. “Your cunt is wet.” I felt my shame that day. The first. She would keep her mouth on him as her soft tongue flickered back and forth on his mouth covered prick. She came back up and began to bob her head up and down on it. Each time she came up, her hand would go down on it.Krish shuddered as he watched you engulf his cock. A hand went to the back of your head, guiding you as you bob your head up and down, fingers sifting through your hair. "Oh! Good...good...I think you'll be receiving high marks for this. He started to seep sweet tasting precum. She seemed like the same person but a happier more at peace version of herself. She said she had a surprise for me and I begged her for it immediately. She convinced me that I would probably rather wait as she hadn’t had sex in over 3 months and was hoping I could help her out with that.I needed no more encouragement; I scooped her up and kissed her hard on the lips as I carried her to the bedroom. I set her down next to the bed and ripped her shirt from her body; her beautiful tits sprang out. “That’s not it at all,” Gloria seethed at him. “I care for you more than I’ve cared about a mortal in millennia. You’re strong, optimistic, caring, and so much more than any one woman deserves. Though your current attitude could use some adjusting. I don’t like seeing you as a whiny little snot.” She held up her hand as he tried to interrupt her, and he closed his mouth.I’ll let her speak, he thought. I was a fool to think she would ever love me. What can she say? I’ll listen to her, and then.