The Definition of Masculine
It’s time to cum play with her (formerly) conservative husband
Mark pulled his hips back, leaving the warm, wet confines of Amy’s open mouth just as his pleasure began to crest. He looked down at his quivering and bloodshot shaft, glistening with saliva.
“That’s it baby, let it out,” Amy encouraged as Mark began to bob up and down, thick strands rhythmically expelled onto Amy’s swollen tits. “I know, it’s so hard, but you’re such a good boy. So good. No touching, just let it come.”
He watched with sadness and a growing anxiety as the last opaque splotches of white dangled and settled onto Amy’s left breast. “You did a good job not touching yourself. I’m proud of you, but Mark, I need to know that I’m with a man who can keep his word. You’re going to keep your word, aren’t you, Mark? I know you can do it. I’m going to help you.”
Revulsion roiled within Mark’s chest. Loud voices echoed in his head, I can’t do this, it’s too much. Remember what happened last time, you were so mad at her, so sad. This is stupid and it’s all your fault you sick fuck.
Mark felt Amy’s hand touch his face gently. “Shhhh,” she soothed and slid up his cheek, cradling his head before drawing it downwards. The voices, momentarily quieted by her touch, returned. She’ll never respect you after this, it’s a disgusting thing…
