“Noooo babe, I feel rough” she protested to his advances as he swirled his tongue on the outside of her thigh, she was laying on her side facing a...ay from him. He didn’t take her hints. “I really think you should wait till I’ve had a shower babe” she protested again as she felt him trying to position himself between her legs. “Can’t you just go get me a drink?” she pleaded halfheartedly, trying to hide her face from the light coming in through the curtains. Sensing there would be no winning she. K. continued thrusting up and down gently, while she wiggled in chaotic circular motions until she could take no more and flopped helplessly on top of him sobbing and sweating. He didn’t allow her much time to enjoy the sensation let alone come back down after wards. He got up and reaching for a bottle of lube he asked if he could take her arse. She was in no state to say no, especially as he was the paying customer. He got her to kneel again on the bed and placed a knee either side of her feet. And yet, though she knew she should stop it there before things went any further, the thought of telling him that made her feel ill. She wanted his kisses, needed them; she wanted to taste him and feel his hands in her hair and, and ... more, and even though she knew he was going to break her heart, she knew she wouldn’t walk away.I’ll just take whatever I can get – and learn to live with the loss later.“Leliana?” His voice was rough in a way that made her smile against his neck.“Yes?”He. The look may not be good but she has to be attractive. This is nothing unusual. Every matured man thinks likewise. But even at this age of 40 I have immense sexual urge and since I am not fortunate enough to get it everyday I restored to the safest sex (Masturbation). Here is my recent past experience. Till date I cherish the memories of those days and do a lot of self-satisfying activities. It remained unbelievable to me until things happened. So I let me call it. Truth is stranger than.