I rode his pole like it was a coldPopsicle on a hot summer's day. He started moaning and then his kneesstarted to shake. I held him up while on my k...nees by gripping his buns ofsteel. It only took a matter of 30 seconds and he was shooting his loadinto my mouth. Blast after blast of hot cum. I couldn't believe how muchand how soon. I was actually disappointed even though I loved the taste ofhis cum.He looked at me and said, "Don't worry, there's plenty more where that camefrom! I haven't. She did not know that there were different plans for her and that she would never remember the day.Janice was wearing jeans, white blouse and trainers and was feeling happy when she met Wayne on his door step, she was looking forward to the day with her lover.Wayne seated her on a sofa and offered her a coffee and biscuits. Janice quickly drank the coffee and very soon began to feel drowsy as the drug took its hold.Wayne watched as Janice’s eyes began to close and her head dropped to her chest.. Ever time my cock would throb ready to shoot its load he would squeeze the base and stop me from cumming. He picked me up and roughly turned me over onto my knees. He brought his cock around in front of me and told me to get t sloppy wet so he could fuck my ass. I told him I was a virgin and he said he would change that in a few minutes. He grabbed the back of my head and started to force his cock down my throat. Everytime I would gag he would hold me there until I relaxed, then he would. I fight back, desperate to retain power as the thirst threatens to devour me from the inside. Although I know the result will be electrifying, it's the last thing I want when I'm this close to coming. Losing grip every second signifies failure on some level, my conscience tumbling away despite the mental gymnastics as She emerges. I want this to celebrate love, not cloaked lust. The blurred distinction between the two may be semantics, but to my inner bitch it's all about torrid execution. As I.