Trust me.”He saw her body was slightly arching, as she adjusted to being stretched. He savoured the view of the diamond knob of the toy disappearing...between cheeks. He caressed the small of her back before slipping his hand underneath her hips. Her breathing quickened as she anticipated the electrifying jolt she knew she’d be receiving. She felt her clit become harder as he traced the slit of her pussy, as he noticed that she was dripping with arousal. When he touched her there at last, she let. He couldn't even bend and stood there enjoying the sensation and she slowly started taking in and deep throating his blood swollen member, she then stood up and kissed him on the mouth again and welcomed him into her sacred home.She took one of his bags and then held his cock in one hand and led him by his cock into the guest room and turned around and quickly pulled down her loose bottoms and moved her black panties aside and started rubbing his cock head along her crack, wetness had coated. Even though our relationship was primarily one of me in the dominant role and her the willing submissive, with this act, I didn't feel dominate. I felt out of control and at her whim. After all, how could you be in charge when someone pissed not only on you, but on your face? I not only liked being in charge, I was almost militant about never being out of control. Yet, each time she peed on me, especially if it was on my face, a submissive mindset overtook me and that mindset always made me. When I drink I tend to hit on women. I have only slept with one woman before and she broke up with me before we got back together. I have wanted a girlfriend so bad lately and you are the hottest woman that I have seen. I don’t want to hit on you or do anything stupid, so I should not drink anymore. You probably hate me now,” Stephanie admitted to Beckah.“Sweetie, I am a lesbian too. I totally knew that I liked you as soon as I saw you and that is why I asked you to come home with me. I just.