I took his t-shirt off, and tentatively kissed him on the lips. I started rocking back and forth on his lap, before he abruptly moved me off and stood... up. Confused, I realised he was taking his jeans and boxers off, showing a hard-on like no other. He sat down on his knees in front of me, and removed my knickers. Pushing me down on the sofa, I became nervous. Harry put his head between my legs, and very gently licked my clit. He seemed to go down on me in a pattern, I couldn’t tell, just that. But Zee always refused. I learned why about a year after we started seeing each other online. It seems she had a boyfriend a few years before she met me. The guy tried to do her anally one night, gonzo porn star style. Hard, fast, no lube, and he wouldn't stop when she begged him to stop. Even though he didn't get his cock very far up Zee's ass, it caused her a lot of pain. And it turned her off anal. I'm surprised she didn't castrate him for that.When Zee told me that, I understood why she was. Soon he was fucking her hard and fast, delighting in the multiple orgasms he could feel coursing through her body."Yeah, you like this, don't you? You're just a dirty slut who likes getting it up the ass. But you're my dirty slut, all mine," he grunted, struggling to keep his own orgasm at bay, wanting it to last just a little longer."Oh yes, give it to me, you bastard, give it to me. Fuck my horny ass, fuck it hard," she begged.The dirty words coming from between her sweet lips drove him over. A year later you read through his messages again and caught us. Again. You read every detailed message about how he'd beg to kiss my feet, and how he couldn't wait to hold me again. 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.