This would have been the time to open the box and use it, but he tried not to. He clenched his fists. The exhilarating feeling overwhelmed him. With n...o other option, he opened the closet and searched for the shoebox he had been hiding from his wife. As soon as he found it, he opened the box and stared at what lay inside it.He always wondered if Leroy had any preferences, but he never asked. His blond hair and slender physique could have been a turn-off for Leroy in some way. No matter, since he. This got me wondering again if maybe I was missing something, so I decided to try tasting my own jiz.However, after I came, this desire was no longer there, and I just wiped my sticky cum from my hand.I could never admit this sick fantasy to my wife, as I'm sure it would disgust her.Our relationship is really quite good, with lot's of sex, though it never gets too wild. No kinky stuff, she is very opposed to porn of any kind, so I could never show her books or pictures as a hint.Then one night. Several of those who came up even had hard cocks sticking straight out, and I'm guessing that most of the hard ones were between eight and eleven inches long, and probably seven inches in circumference. They also had large balls that hung heavily in the sack, and I could feel my pussy getting wet just watching them.I mentioned to Ed that I just couldn't get over how thick those guys cocks were and how heavy they looked. It was also interesting watching them walk away, seeing their balls and. My legs feel like someone used their bones as a xylophone and the muscles as guitar strings and then played a five-hour death metal concert with them. I am bruised and battered, mostly from my crazy run through the forest, but also from my two guys fucking me like they hated me. (To be fair, there are like two tonnes of Dryth skin underneath my fingernails so I’m certain I gave almost as good as I got. Almost.)Swallowing my own spit I realize that the raspiness of my voice isn’t just a normal.