I feel a few drops of the icy oil that she blows on, then her fingers begin rubbing it around my stomach in a circle as she gently rubs a finger betwe...en my very wet lips, but she carefully avoids my clit.The cooling begins as she kisses my stomach and I feel a few more drops, this time directly onto my clit. Meanwhile I take my husband deeply as I have mastered deep throating him, he is gentle as he drives his tool deep into me, and he takes such long and deep strokes. From barely a bit of the. We had all planned to go out for the day and have drinks back at his and stay over, this would be the first time in a while I had seen him. At first it was just catching up and small talk until the next message predictably popped up on my phone “Have you changed you mind about seeing me again? ” it read. Knowing what he meant by that I replied saying that I hadn’t. His reply was “Think about it, you’ll know where ill be Saturday” I didn’t reply and didn’t even think about what he had said. Then. I wanted to make her see her own insignificance. I wanted fear in place of condescension. I wanted tears instead of haughty gazes. I wanted squeals of pain instead of mocking tones.My thoughts were interrupted when the bitch's friend got up to leave. The bitch returned to the living room after showing Laura out, "I'm going to bed. Turn the goddamn TV down."I flipped her off and cranked up the volume.An hour later I turned off the TV not being able to take another re-run. I went into the. Sigh. Grunt.You inhale sharply as you place your round, swollen head at the portal of my vagina, your manhood poised at the swollen, fiery gates of my sex. A jolt of electricity shoots down my thighs, my mouth wide and agape and dry. You insert yourself inside me, your hand pushing me more firmly into the wall. It hurts. I wouldn't ask for any less or any more.Slap. Bang. Whack. You fuck me hard and fast, with all the lust and hunger and desire I crave. I feel you batter my cervix, your.