Then he said, ‘You need to leave. We’ll do everything we can.’ ‘I don’t have anywhere to go.’ ‘Find somewhere. Your mother and I don’... have a lot of money, we won’t be able to support you. But we’ll help where we can. You find an apartment and a full-time job. You have our emotional support, at least. I wish you’d spoken up sooner. You and the girls should never have had to live like that.’ ‘I didn’t think I had a choice. I married him.’ ‘There’s always a choice. Start looking for a job and a. „Los, spritz, spritz mir in den Mund!“ fordert sie.„Ja du geiles Stück, mach den Mund auf, ich spritzeee!“ stöhne ich los.Die erste Ladung geht daneben und trifft ihr rechtes Auge, aber dann landet der Rest meines Saftet alles ihrer Mund. „Schluck du Luder, schluck alles herunter!“ gröle ich und drück ihr meinen Schwanz zum ablutschen tief in den Mund.„Puh, das war gut und geil!“ sagt sie befriedigt.„Du wirst immer besser!“ lobe ich sie.„Oh danke, langsam gefällt mir der dreckige Sex!“ freut. Arriving back at my hotel at around six p.m., I turned to the classified section in the newspaper I was perusing. With my incessant mental itch festering, I came upon an M2M massage agency. For the next two hours, I toyed with the idea of finally soothing my irksome itch. At eight p.m. I finally dialled the number of the agency. I informed the man on the phone of my needs, and he said that Anton would be by in forty-five minutes. I prepared both physically and mentally for Anton’s arrival.After. No other man could be hung as big as him. He reached down and began to stroke it. Smearing pre-cum from the tip of his head along his shaft all the way down to his balls. HIS BALLS! How did I not notice them before? There were huge, as big as golf balls. 'He must shoot a load like a fucking horse.' I thought.He began to stroke his big cock faster and faster. He grabbed it with both his hands, and as big as they were they only cover about half is cock. He couldn't even get his hands all the way.