My instinct was to lick my lips before I could think about it and I found it didn't really have a taste. I thought it must taste like something so I l...cked it again and still no taste. I hesitated and thought about what I was about to do and then put my mouth on it. He liked that because he really started humping. I let him fuck my mouth while I thought about the taste. It really didn't taste like much at all, but I could taste something metallic a little. He was humping crazy so I thought I. “One more day,” Neil said.I merely nodded in agreement while at the same time trying to snuggle in a little tighter.Neil and I have been married for a couple of years. We met in college and instantly fell in love. We kind of rushed into life, but I wasn’t complaining. He was a sweet, loving, handsome and successful husband that every girl would chase after. He only had eyes for me though sooo… Jackpot!We are both young professionals and don’t get to see each other very much, however. I’m. Almost everyone in our family is a cook, chef, restaurant, café, bakery owner, etc. I just find it funny how none of us are French, Italian or mostly Spanish. Somewhere in our blood there maybe some of that, but over all were American which is a first. But anyways with all the yapping out of the way the only person in our family that stands out most would be our Grandpa. The man used to be a great chef until he retired for no good reason. He just stopped and enjoyed the rest of his life cooking. She suddenly reared back, loud for a second, then seeming to hold her breath in a sustained push into her hips.She looked down at the vibrator, pulling it harder into herself. She grabbed at her own skin, pinching and dragging at herself as her head rocked up and back. Her free hand came up and she gripped the vibe with both. "Ahhhh, ohhh, ahhhh, huuuhhhh..." she fell back on the comforter. I was rubbing myself fast now, edging and feeling like I could cum at any second if I wanted to. She laid.