She decided that if she couldn’t cum, she was going to make someone else cum. By being generous, she’d get something out of it, too. She abruptly... squatted in front of the boy, her knees on either side of the boy’s thin legs. She reached up and with two hands pulled down the zipper of his shorts, reached inside them, and pulled out Timmy’s cock, which was beautiful—hairless and strong, a skinny little hard dick that looked delicious. Susan felt her mouth filling with saliva and she said. I was devastated, and I realized for the first time what real honest pain actually felt like. It's different from the pain I feel from my condition." How is it different?" The specific pain of loss, rather than just a generalized feeling of despair. I ached for the loss of my mother, I've carried that pain with me for many years. It actually helps put my melancholia into perspective for me. I have carried guilty feelings from my mother's passing, fearing that I may have contributed to her death. He grabbed my hips and began fucking me hard, so hard I was screaming in pain each time his cock slammed against my cervix."Shall I shut her up boss" One of the mechanics asked moving around to my head holding his erect cock, which I was glad to notice was not a monster but a rather average sized penis."NO! I wanna hear this bitch scream as I ruin her cunt" The young man was told and the manager continued to fuck me harder.I hoped and prayed that he couldn't keep this pace up for long, and my. I finally worked up the courage. I used my regular vacuum and it got me off so quick and with such an intense orgasm, it was unbelievable. I was in front of the mirror, stroking my dick with the vacuum hose I did not have time to brace myself, so I fell to the floor when I orgasmed and shot my cum all over. That’s how intense it was. One of the other things I like is there is no cleanup. You suck the mess right into the vacuum. Several years ago, I lived in a house that had a central vacuum.