5 inch tool. I told her that not only my pendrive by my fingers do have some magic. Let’s see was her response.Once she came to my house and we were...having a session of study. Getting a chance I put my hand on shoulders and she supported me. Taking the signals I placed a kiss on her left cheek. She was mesmerized with my act and I asked her if she slaps me now. She told that’s not an option always and planted a kiss on my lips.This response of her was somewhat expected, but still it made me. The next day, she went to the doctor and got tested. She wasn’t pregnant. She celebrated this by going out, getting drunk and sleeping with lots of guys. Then she came back to me, telling me that she was a danger-addicted sexual maniac who desperately needed control, before getting herself killed. Okay, cool. Was the woman asking me to take control of her life because she was afraid of self-destruction? Apparently so. Ah, women. They say they don’t want it but deep down, they love being. To put it in her words: “A man's duty in our world is to fertilize his female partners. Shooting semen is the essence of life.”On my side, I became more courageous while shooting her, using my fingers to stimulate her clitoris and the entrance to her vulva. I loved to see the drops oozing out of her vulva. I would then looked at her straight into her eyes and licked my fingers clean, making sexy sounds. These never failed in causing her to have the sexiest look I ever saw on a womans face. I. I desperately felt the urge to find a quiet place to play with myself, but didn't have the time. I hurried over to the dive shop to begin assembling equipment. The whole time thinking about what fun I could be having with Matthew. I was a little distracted all afternoon and tried not to let my wander. Yet it did, and I found my thoughts going back to meeting Matthew and being used as his sex toy. We had both talked about our expectations, and I was meeting him more out of curiousity than the.