Mine, and I’m not waiting months for that.’ His gaze softened. ‘Don’t you want me as much as I want you, Abby?’ He fought unfairly. One minu...te she wanted to hit him over his hard head, the next she just wanted to kiss the daylights out of him. ‘Tell me you love me,’ he whispered. ‘I love you, Gabriel,’ she got out on a shaky breath. He touched his lips to hers, making her melt. The light clapping at the other table made them spring apart. One of the men at the next table raised his glass and. I was disappointed as I wanted more. He lay down next to me, leaving me like that. I was pissed and told him to make me cum at least once. He arrogantly replied to me, “Do it yourself.”I begged him to make me cum, and he got annoyed. He knelt between my legs and shoved 3 fingers in me at one go. He started fingering me, he didn’t know how to do it. It hurt me, so I asked him to stop. But he shouted at me and told me to keep quiet.He increased the pace, and it hurt even more. But it was a kind. Yes, you've guessed it. I am indeed a talking penis and my name is Willy Wiley.I work terribly hard for my master, doing physical labour which leaves me exhausted; I work in great depths, damp environments, high temperatures with poor ventilation, and exposure to contagious diseases; always the one to take the proactive approach and dive in head first; there are no public holidays or weekends off. I don't mind this as I get the opportunity to go into Patricia Pussy when she gets wet. . "Joey, you said that she didn't want to be with you. Why?"Joey shrugged. "I have no idea. We got along fine at the start of the school year, and then suddenly, I'm like dirt under her shoes. We barely talk anymore." I just had to ask. Sorry. Did you make any advances to her?"Joey shook his head. "No, never. She's so shy, I'm sure she would've freaked. She's a great partner and I didn't want to screw things up. Of course, it's screwed up anyway." Did you ever have a girlfriend, Joey?" Yeah, all.