Now get down on your knees and clean my cock."I was puzzled. What did he mean, clean his cock. I started to head towards the downstairs bathroom to ge... a towel. "Where are you going slut." "I'm going to get a towel" "You don't need one, get on your knees and use your slut mouth to clean it." "No, I can't. That's disgusting and dirty. It will have poo on it." I cried as I moved away from him. He grabbed his belt and my hair with his other hand. "No. Please don't." I begged, expecting the belt. B. An example of such fiction. 5. An imagined event or condition fulfilling a wish.It is funny how two people can look at the same word and get two totally different meanings from it and how that one word can change your life. Lorrie and I have been married for going on twenty years now, and by and large it has been a very good marriage. We married young, had children, raised them and saw them on their way before turning forty. We were at our sexual prime, no kids at home to get in the way, but. She sucked on her lower lip and looked up at me."Sometimes... not for a while though" she admitted.I felt I was getting close and began stroking faster. I leaned against the fence with my left shoulder and my swollen cock was a board away from her hungry mouth. I was getting very turned on and almost ready to pop."You should go suck his cock," I urged. "Pretend it's mine."She looked at me, her face flushed and her eyes gleaming."Suck his cock while you think about this big, fat one," I. As he slowly started to move and thrust into me we were both lost in the moments that passed by. He pulled away from me pulling me up on trembling legs turning me around. I laid over the desk my sexy long dark hair spilling all around me like a d**g full of sweat and perfume filling his head with a magical euphoria as he slid his hard wet cock into me again harder. He leaned over me thrusting inside of me hard and fast, I’m moaning and making sounds that turned him on, nipping and licking my.