Curtis bursts into the room, a little unkempt and looking slightly irritated. “We have another murder, if you’re keeping score,” he says.“What...does that mean?” Yulia asks, sitting up in the bed.“It means that while you’re out wherever the hell you are, this case is going to shit,” the man explains.“You are not babysitter,” she reminds him.“No I am not,” he agrees. “But while I’m having to keep track of you while trying to work this case, you’re out either having the time of your life or working. He started to softly moan and I could feel thrusts begin to slow slightly as he whispered, “I’m gonna cum.” My hands moved to his shoulders, where I gripped them tightly and whispered back, “Cum inside me.” His thrusts slowed to a single, forceful push and I felt his warm seed launch out inside me, a sudden warm wetness against mine. The sheer sensation brought me to the edge as well. Before I knew it, I was raising myself up to him, supporting my weight on my left arm underneath me as my right. .And then there are those very few of us who, for some reason or another, have rejected that paternalistic religious power trip.In my case, it happened on a trip to Jamaica, on my honeymoon. Luckily, towards the end of the honeymoon, after my husband had broken my hymen, then squirted inside me, then collapsed asleep beside me. He did this once every night for the first week, then every second night for the second week, always in the same position, dripping sweat onto me while I was. I released one of my hands from his ass and took hold of the base of his cock. Having owned a cock just moments before I knew where to go first. I kissed, sucked and licked his frenulum. He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and groaned as I continued to do so. Each lick, suck and kiss of warm wetness that I gave seemed to orchestrated a moan a groan or a deep exhalation of breath from him. This turned me on and made me want more cock in my mouth.I opened my wet mouth and took the head of.