Can't believe how amazing it feels when your throat tightens up with strong muscular gag reflex. he knows he's hooked now, has to have you again and a...gain, weeks, months years of secret encounters. knows he has become bisexual, not just in fantasy and porn, but in real life.then as you said, you I lie on my stomach, enter your rock hard cock into my tight pussy sliding your whole body against mine. you're so hot, so excited, aroused you makes these aggressive grunts as you fuck my pussy hard,. “Your stomach, or your face?”“Come ... inside ... me,” she gasped.“No.” I shook my head, but she was so lost in the throes of her impending orgasm that she didn’t see me. “Your stomach, or your face. Which’ll it be?”“In ... side ... me,” she begged as I continued to thrust into her. “Please.”“Sorry,” I said, feeling my climax imminent. “My choice.”I slid into her one final time and felt the first rush of orgasm. I pulled my cock out and let it slide along her channel. The crown bumped her clit. )(Story Update: I'm eliminating the "Suspicion" stat. I don't really like it, have no good idea for implementing it, and just find it superfluous. I haven't once call for it in a choice or used it to modify the text, so it's going in the bin)Friday, June 28th. 113 days until the Big Day.Beth Wilson lay in bed, fingering the white gold band adorned by the modest but sparkling diamond that surrounded her ring finger as the dawn light played on its facets from the window. the bedroom was dim, and. They tested the rope bonds. Karen had learned her lesson well from Robert on how to tie someone up. He had explained how the rope could get loose as the girl sweats and squirms and what to do to prevent that.“Tucker, why don’t you go into the bathroom and take care of yourself,” she said to her son as she walked to the bedroom. She wanted some time alone to play with herself. She had never addressed the fact she knew he masturbated five times a day.“What?” Tucker asked.“I am not going to tell.