There were days when she felt drained, being in such a relationship constantly wishing for something to change, something to make her feel alive. She ...knew that no one can make anyone love a person a certain way. It just has to happen. She knew that she wanted to be loved like the way Siddharth did.She also wanted to show him how much she loved him. She came back to reality and looked at Siddharth, who was still standing in front of her. She looked at him properly. He was 6 feet tall with. “I need to cum now!” And she quickly shoved her hand back to her wet sex. Just as quickly, I grabbed her arm, then slapped her tit again. Harder this time.“You’ve already cum like, ten times!” I reminded her. “It’s my turn!”And I slapped her tit again, in time with the bottom stroke of my cock in her ass. Her amazingly tight ass. I could get used to this, I thought.“You wouldn’t,” Mel gasped. “You wouldn’t *dare* slap my tit again!” Her eyes twinkled at me with lust and desire. I stopped. It was in perfect proportion with the rest of his delicate body, about 5 inches with a glorious pink helmet. It was up but, I knew it could rise further. I wanted to touch it. I wanted it in every way—in my hand, in my mouth, in my ass. I writhed and twisted. “Karen, c’mon…how can you do this to me?” Then something rose from deep within me. “Carlos, come over here! Oh puh-leeez Carlos.” I twisted and turned. I moaned, and tears welled up in my eyes. “Karen, why, oh why are you doing this?” “You. Maybe we'd better take it slow."Do you have a movie we can watch? Together, right here on the floor?"With a task at hand, he stood and picked through a shelf of cassettes until he found one he liked."Is Schindler's List okay?"I nodded; anything was okay if it would get his mind away from the reason we were together. He arranged huge pillows on the floor against one wall, and we leaned back to watch the movie. We were sitting hip to hip and I held his hand; I'd seen this one, and the violence.