At 90 seconds she lost control of her hands as her throws of orgasm gave way to involuntary spasms. She turned her attention from her cunt to the oth...er changes going on in her body. From the neck down her body was not her own anymore, she had no control of any of her muscles as they contracted violently and shook her on the rope trying anything to usurp their masters will and gasp for life. From the rope up there was nothing but pressure. Pressure was everywhere. She could feel her checks. "My God," she exclaimed, "it's got to be all of ten inches." Sorry to disappoint you, but it's only nine and a half," I breathed huskily."I'm not one to quibble over a measly half inch," she retorted.Now mind you, this isn't the first time I've been serviced orally, but I've got to admit this was one woman who knew just what she wanted and how to get it. I saw her glossed ruby lips part, her pink tongue snake out from between them to lap at the thick swollen head. How does one describe the. Her pubic hair was matted with dried semen and lips were raw, swollen and gaping, her vagina was leaking an appreciable amount of almost clear liquid. I was certain that she mad him wear a condom and pulled-out for a hand finished on her pubic mound. I moved in to place my mouth one over her vaginal area; giving a gentle suck before I inserted my tongue. To my surprise I got a mouth full of something that I have never tasted. It had to be his cum leaking from her womb. How could she do such a. I think about you, I think about usI really don’t know whyI reminisce about how things wereEven if sometimes, it makes me cryI know, that I miss you like crazyBut sometimes I feel it’s best if I pretendThings might get a bit too complicatedIf I try to make amends .I know, our relationship wasLike a poem without rhymeStill, its heartbeatRefuses to fade with timeOne last hug, one last kissOne last cuddle, one last danceOne last smile, one last laughOne last memory, one last chance…I miss you.