’I giggled and tried not to blush too much but I couldn’t help it, practically my whole face was turning red.‘Ok then, first I want you to kiss ...me on my cheek. I know you’ve done it thousands of times before but this is just a warm up.’‘Ok Daddy,’ I said quietly and pressed my lips softly against his right cheek. ‘Good, now do the same thing but on my lips.’I moved my mouth closer to his, licked my lips a little and kept moving my head further until I could feel his warm breath on my face, then. And her vibrator stops dead.She is so horny, she was about to cum again just before she got here. She stares at the chair for a long while and suddenly the dildo shocks her. "God Damn, all right, my fucking pussy hurts" she yells. She stumbles toward the chair and the vibration picks up a little. "Fuck I just need to cum" she pants and, gets herself to fall into the chair. She squirms and wiggles herself into the chair trying to get comfortable and finds where her arms fit. As she finally gets. You messaged me so quickly to tell me how I don't mean anything to him. Im just some online fantasy. I'm not timid about being caught anymore. He and I have spent years conditioning his sex drive around my pleasure. I'm fully comfortable saying I know I own his cum. I told you that I've been in your bedroom several times. I love your mattress-its better than mine when im on my knees riding him. I told you, you're fighting over your sweet caring hubby, I'm amusing myself with my favourite fuck. “When I asked if you hated fighting, I meant...what happened when you...”“Rage?” he finished. “The fugue state that I can enter where only most basest part of my intelligence acts. My id. I am reduced to pure, animalistic emotions. Rage, lust, hunger. I will keep going, my conscious, higher level intelligence unable to seize control. I am a passenger riding upon a spooked horse, unable to stop, not knowing if I will be thrown and die or if the ride will come to a peaceful stop. Exhaustion,.