You don't have to feel vulnerable or slutty if you don't want to. And don't ever let a man talk shit to you if it makes you feel ashamed, ever.However... he cums is up to you. Never give up that decision to him. If you feel strongly about it, don't give in and swallow if you don't want to. For me, I prefer to toss my head back and let him cum all over my neck and chest and breasts, but that is just me. I have fetishes, and one big fetish I have includes getting my breasts always involved. I love. Reaching up He adjusted the roped so her arms where high, His hands moved to her legs as He moved them so they wrapped around His waist… she bucked her hips as her sweet petaled lips began to burn, knowing what was coming. He laughed at her poor attempted thrusts… suddenly she felt His body stiffen before thrusting into her His hips hitting her thighs hard and His member slipping between her silken lips and moving deep within her… she could feel her muscled tighten the ball of fire within. The first story I posted took place about two months after we had been separated. She freely admitted by this time she had become so horny she couldn't even read books that had sensual parts in them, as they just caused her to think of nothing else but sex. As previously stated, we were separated for a little over fourteen months. Which leaves about a full year from the time she and Ernie first became intimate until we reconciled and I moved back in. She had a great sexual appetite before we. "What about the lifetime supply of chocolate? Do we still get that?"Wilco turned in her chair to face me. "No. You stole Carbonated Floaty Drinks, which nullifies your prizes according to the contract you signed earlier. You get nothing. Good day!"I turned to my brother who wrapped his arm around me. "Come on, Charlotte," he said. "Let's go."We turned to leave when I remembered the Everlasting Gobslobber in my pocket. Wendy Wilco may have seemed angry at us, but she didn't deserve to have her.