“What?” I asked quietly
“If you sucked my husband’s dick,” she said innocently. My grunts became primal as she punched my prostate with her dong. “Put this on!” She demanded. Oh sure, I’ve had other girlfriend that can do certain little tricks, but the amount of love and devotion she put into her head game is unparalleled. Cara’s hand was firmly in place, watching me intently. She moved to a different state, got married, had a baby, and proceeded to get much higher level education. There was one time, I asked her about putting on one of her dresses. “You can keep that dress, it looks better on you anyways.”
I left that night, bedraggled and abused, but I looked forward to more. John unceremoniously tore his cock from my mouth and spun me around, and I was face to face with Cara’s asshole spread wide open with her black thong pushed to the side.
