Take that cock down your throat and fuck me with your mouth. Yeah, just like that. Bite my cock head, easy, tease me, yeah. . .that feels fucking awe...some. You like my cock in your mouth, don't you? I can tell by the way you're sucking me you've missed it .He grabs the back of my head and face fucks me until I'm drooling, my spit running down his cock and balls, gagging a little. I can feel him growing thicker, harder, I don't want him to stop - my ass does - but I want to taste his cum NOW. . Her hair was a tangled mess, but what really stood out to me was her face. It was in a perpetual flush, obviously from being slapped quite a bit. Her cheeks were puffy, not overly so, but looking sore. Her lower lip was swollen as well, as if she'd bit it hard...or someone bit it hard. Her eyes weren't black, but one of them showed hints of bruising. "Do you see your whore wife, Eddie?" he said as he yanked the covers down off of her body. She was sprawled out, looking so much like a used. ’ The silence returned for a few moments, but this time it was Kylie who broke it. ‘Ian…I think we need to talk.’ Something about her tone made me uneasy, but I smiled and turned to her. ‘What’s on your mind?’ ‘I’m having kind of a problem,’ she began slowly. ‘What problem is that?’ ‘Well…it didn’t start out as a problem. I thought I’d found a new best friend – someone who was very kind and sweet and always listened to me no matter how many stupid things I said. And it was a really, really. "Karen turned to her before opening the door to her apartment, her eyes wide, glistening, throbbing with sexual heat and also the deep, resonant connection they shared from having been each other's first. "I've missed you, Laura," she whispered.She opened the door and they went inside. Laura watched while Karen elaborately triple-locked her door. She lived on the ground floor in a slightly less safe neighborhood than Laura's, and she took no chances.Finished, she turned to Laura. Without.