They did. I didn’t think my pussy could get wetter. It did. I could feel my wetness leak out on to my inner thighs. 'My God,' I thought. 'This man is attuned to exactly what I need.'“Yes, Aaron. Yes. I want to feel your warm seed fill me. I need it,” I replied. He pulls back. Movement. I feel a small wind brush across my face. The blindfold has heightened all my senses in the absence of sight. I hear rustling. Is that his buttons on his shirt popping? I imagine his masculine fingers unbuttoning them, all the while his stare on me. I can’t see it but I feel it. Zipppp. He pulls his zipper down. I involuntarily lick my lips, remembering how his cock tasted during our car romp. How his pre-cum tasted. More rustling. I feel him move toward me. “Jennifer, all I’ve thought about is feeding my cock between your full luscious lips and then feeding it to your pussy. I’m going to mark both holes as mine. Your mouth will become mine.” As I’m listening to his words, I suddenly feel the head of. His sponsors footed the bills for him to travel the world, and he had surfed beaches on every continent. She knew winnings from surfing had paid his way through college, and unlike most people, she knew his slow spoke image and laid back nature only sounded stupid. He was sharp as a tack. Somehow, in the five years she had played the major breadwinner, she forgot all that. As the boys entered high school she began belittling Danny for his role as Mr. Mom. It bothered Danny, but just like he never went back to set Kelly straight on his bread winning plans, he just shut up and let her think he was a good for nothing house husband. His skin bristled at hearing her telling friends at parties things like ‘I like to keep him around, he cooks well,’ or ‘you should see our windows, they are spotless.’ Indeed he kept a perfect house, and had become a gourmet cook. Danny was a pacifist at heart. Like many of his surfer buddies, zen-like thought of being one with the wave and indeed with the.
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