About forty or so Ian stood half a foot taller than me and was broad across the shoulders. He was not so bad to look at though his crumpled clothes bo...ught a decade ago didn’t help; in another life I might even have found him attractive, but not in this one.“Cooking my dinner like a good little bitch,” he said. It was true; I was stooped over the stove. My mother certainly never cooked and Ian had a tendency to get violent if he didn’t have a meal on the table after work. I said nothing, it was. From his position, he had a clear view of her as he watched his flesh disappear inside her mouth over and over. As he stared to enter her with his fingers, he felt her tongue tighten against him and her back stiffen. He heard her moist flesh open as two fingers entered her and manipulated the warn flesh inside. For moments that seemed to last hours they continued pleasuring each other like this, the sunlight streaming in through the windows of the car, the cool air barely able to keep pace with. It wasn't like he was planning on using them. He took them almost as an afterthought."Just in case I end up needing one tonight," he thought, not believing that he actually would.After leaving the store, he drove around until he came to a friendly looking neighborhood bar and pulled in. David was certainly not a drinker, and he had no intention of getting drunk either. He just needed some time--time to think, and get himself together before going back home.Once inside, he ordered a beer. But. “Suck it, Maria, suck it so that I can come in your mouth, then let me see it before you swallow,” he said, driving his hips forward again and pulling down with both hands in her hair. It went deeper this time; almost all the way before he pulled it back.It spurted in her mouth just then, and she used her tongue to push most of it out. It drooled down her chin, then the second spurt did the same. She choked on the third and turned her face to the side, letting the rest of it go onto her.