I had no choice but to swallow it. It was equally strange to me to swallow his load the second time as it was for him to ejaculate in my mouth the fir...t time.The car wash ended and he was satisfied. On the way back to my house, he told me that it was a real turn-on that I swallowed it. He was also turned on the first time when I knelt down, naked in front of him. I did not try to act manly, using the 'no place to spit' as a rebuttal. Instead, I told him the truth. It was weird, but it was a. Not wanting to cum too soon, I began grinding into him, slowing the pace down before fucking him hard again. Every time I slowed down he'd push his hips further towards me. Shit, it felt so good. "Oh my god baby, you're so fucking good at this," he said, gritting his teeth and throwing his head back. He gripped my hips with both hands and pushed himself inside me as hard as he could. I grabbed his face, kissing him furiously while riding his hard cock over and over again. "Fuck, Christian!" I. He brought my plate over and helped me by fluffing my pillow to lean against it while I ate. He sat in the chair and set his plate on his lap, the sodas on my night table next to the pill bottle. “Do you need one of those honey?” he asked, nodding toward the pill bottle, in a voice that sent those same warm feelings deep inside me to a boiling point. I shook my he ad to say no, but asked, in a tone that evidenced I knew of her kitchen temper tantrum “Does Mom need one? It might help her to. We never thought to ask why. So we pulled a home invasion, intent on robbing and probably killing her, but she turned the tables on us so easily. We were pathetic. One bottle of drugged wine and we woke up in the cages. She abused us... call it what it was, she tortured us. But we were going to take everything from her, hurt her, rape her, probably kill her.Who could blame her? But at least we always ate well. She was never cruel in that regard.She forces my face into her cunt and the scent, so.