Not bad, slightly salty, maybe? I followed that with another taste, them another, until I’d scraped up as much of my cum as I could. The first girl who’d ever given me a blow job, back in my high school days, had leaned towards me to kiss me, after she finished. I, of course, had made a face, and pulled back. “What?” She said, “It’s good enough for me to suck, and swallow, but not good enough for you? If you EVER think I’ll suck you off again, you better bring those lips back here.” It kinda did make sense, I stockings guess, but…wasn’t that a bit queer? Well, I had enjoyed it, wanted it again, so… I leaned towards here, she grabbed the back of my head, pulled me to her, planted her lips on mine, and proceeded to French me. I survived, and, it really didn’t taste too bad, either. It wasn’t the last time we kissed after I received a blow job. It was a very short leap, from eating my cum, to realizing, I didn’t care for cold cum, that I’d always tasted, eaten, warm cum from my girlfriends mouth. I’d done it so much, that over the years, riding I’d not even paid attention to the fact I was eating my own cum. Now, scraping it off myself, it had cooled. I tried several different contortions and twisting to get that tasty cum in my mouth, nothing worked until the realization hit, the only way I’d get a mouthful of warm cum was…oh my good japanese lord. Suck cock. I had to suck a cock? Oh, this wasn’t going to work. I’m married. How can I…nope. Ain’t gonna happen. But, I kept thinking about it. Not guys, men, but cock. How can I…CAN I? TOUCH a cock? ACTUALLY put one in my MOUTH? I didn’t lose sleep over the issue, but it did pop up at the most random of times. Like, whenever I was horny, which was a lot. I spent time thinking about it. I guess I’d always known about, or heard about, Craig’s List. We agreed that we’d never seen, or felt in Cindy’s case, anything like it. His reply was disheartening, “Are you sure sir? I definitely wish I was home right now, I miss feeling your soft heads and rubbing your ears. Of course you can, tell me everything. Please body don’t do this, I think. “Come on, let’s all get nice and cozy.” “Baby, that was one of the best fucks I have ever had. I swung it open to see a pleasant smile, I forgot that Jeremy was supposed to swing by today. “I don’t know.” she told me plainly. Her tiny body was thrown about by the brutal fucking of both her holes. She squealed japanese about her fingers. You’re a natural at this, I said, savoring the thick heat separating our riding stockings insides, marveling at the way Justina clenched perfectly around the nymph, give me some time to learn, and I’ll tell you when I’m ready for my turn. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into,” she says, breathing heavily. They married a couple months ago after he graduated form University. “Believe it or not, I very rarely eat here. Olivia was, in a word, amazing. Then I feel you push the entire length up into me. It hurts for a second but then the throbbing vibrations take over me. I lay there and let you push the vibrator in and out of my willing ass. She was walking bow-legged and could barely stand on her own. Alexis started off slow, giving small kisses. I’ll perform my magic with you as my lovely assistant, while your fellow slaves can bask in their envy as their inner thighs glisten with womanly honey.” Terrific, he though. ‘Shit!