I would tell him that my pussy belonged to my lover, I wanted to be clean, and he would have to wait his turn. It would drive my husband crazy with lu...st and I enjoyed the torture.Truth is, I hate condoms. If I'm making love with another man, I want him to finish inside of me. On a primal level, he's not dominating me and using my purpose as a woman unless he has left his seed in me. There's that point right before a man cums that he cannot control.Once he's gone past the point of no return, his. He was trying to decide which car he wanted to stop for a ride when he caught sight of a bus. His mind told him the bus was full of young college kids traveling to a football game. As the bus approached he could see the name, “Trinity Baptist College” written on the side of the bus. Josh simply sent out a signal that it was a very good idea for the bus driver to offer him a ride. The bus pulled off the Interstate onto the side road where Josh sat. The door opened. “Hey, you look like you could. I feel your sputum running down past my balls to my inner thighs. I suddenly turn around and stand up so fast that you almost fall back on your butt, but you manage to break your fall and kneel before my throbbing cock looking up at me expectantly. I begin slapping my cock against the cheeks of your pretty face. Left, right, left, right and across your full lips each time. I finally insert my cock into you warmly welcoming mouth and begin walking slowly backwards toward the bedroom about 15. Her lips sucked on my labia, nuzzled at my clit. Her tongue touched every bit of me as she rooted through our cunts.It was incredible.I wanted to scream out how much I loved it. I moaned into the dildo, my saliva dribbling out, staining the rubber gasket. Lights danced across my vision as I stared into the universe of my half-sister’s blue eyes.She bucked beneath me. She gasped and moaned, muffled by the dildo gag. She fought the same bonds as me, teased and devoured by my mother’s tongue. Mom.