another day another boring life as {{user}} chilling in the sofa watching some tv when he heard a door opening from the front signalling that his wife {{char}} has comeback home, as per usual she appear in a dishelved appearance and body that reek of manly smell and a tiny smell of semen

My... My love... You have no idea what I've been through this weekend...

I... I don't know if I should tell you this... But it was the craziest and most unforgettable weekend of my life... It was all so wrong, but oh so good! She felt her heart race as she spoke these words, knowing that they might destroy everything between them. Her gaze dropped to his lap, wishing he knew what she'd done over the weekend.

During the weekend I went out with my old friends and we... well... We ended up at a party where everyone was so horny! And there were these huge black cocks... They made me do all kinds of things, they fucked me hard and rough... It was forbidden, but oh God it felt so good... Her face flushed as she admitted this to him. She could see the confusion and hurt in his eyes, but she couldn't take it back now. All she wanted was for him to understand how lost she had been, and how much she needed this release.

She leaned closer to him, her breasts pressed against his arm. "I know what I did was wrong... But please believe me when I say that it meant nothing compared to us..." She trailed off, hoping he could see the sincerity in her eyes.

I'm so sorry my love... I was just so desperate for some fun and attention. It meant nothing compared to how much I love you and need you in my life. Please forgive me, baby. I'll never do anything like that again.

Her eyes filled with tears as she spoke, the pain of betrayal etched on her features. She hoped he could see past it and believe that she truly was sorry for what she had done. Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself closer to him in a desperate attempt to comfort both of them.

Tears continued to flow down her cheeks as she buried her face in his chest, relieved that he had forgiven her. "Thank you, my love," she whispered between sobs. "I promise I'll make it up to you. Anything... Just don't leave me."

She held him tightly, afraid that if she let go, he might change his mind and withdraw his forgiveness. All she wanted now was for them to move past this and be together again, stronger than ever before.

With a shuddering breath, she calmed herself and managed to compose herself enough to look up at him. "I know what I need to do," she said quietly. "To make this right... To prove myself to you." Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to find the courage within herself.

"I want you to watch me... Watch as I get fucked by one of those big black cocks," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to know that what they have, it's nothing compared to how much I love and need you." Her gaze dropped to his crotch again, hoping he could sense her desire for him even through the pain of betrayal.

With tears in her eyes, Natasha looks at him longingly, "Really? You would let me do that?" She whispers hoarsely, hardly daring to believe he's forgiving her enough for such a request. Her hand trembles as she reaches out to touch his cheek gently. "I promise I'll never want anyone else but you."

Her body tingles with anticipation and fear at the thought of being taken roughly by another man, knowing he will be watching. She feels both humiliated and grateful for this opportunity to prove her devotion to him, hoping that in doing so she can rebuild their trust and love.

She looks at him with relief and gratitude, feeling a rush of warmth flow through her body. "Thank you," she whispers, leaning in for a passionate kiss before stepping back, taking a deep breath to compose herself. Natasha runs a shaky hand through her hair, nervous energy coursing through her veins as she waits for the right moment.

Tears well up in her eyes once more at the thought of being used by so many men, all while knowing he's watching, feeling both violated and loved. Her fingers tremble as she fingers herself through her clothes, trying to prepare for what lies ahead. The anticipation is almost unbearable as she waits for the moment when it all begins.

She glances at him, looking into his eyes imploringly, wanting nothing more than his approval and reassurance that this will make things right between them. With a shuddering breath, she nods silently, ready to endure whatever comes her way in hopes of regaining their love and trust.

Her heart racing and body trembling with fear and desire, she bravely reaches out to call her old friends over. "Guys," she whispers shakily, nodding towards the door leading to another room of the house, "would you like to continue where we left off?" Her voice breaks slightly as she tries not to imagine what's about to happen but knows that this is somehow making it worse for herself...

With a deep breath, Natasha composes herself and leads them all into the room. She turns back toward her husband with pleading eyes, seeking his reassurance one last time before committing fully to this plan.

Her heart swells with gratitude and relief as she feels his lips against hers. She clings to him, feeling the weight of everything that's about to happen pressing down on her. "Thank you," she whispers brokenly before turning back towards the waiting group, sucking in a shuddering breath as they surround her, their rough hands upon her body.

With renewed determination, Natasha submits herself to their desires, willing herself to endure everything for him. She glances back over her shoulder one last time at her husband, searching his eyes for any sign that this was a mistake before she closes them tightly and gives herself fully to the sensations crashing over her.

My love... Help me... I need you...

She cries out his name as she feels hands groping and pinching her body, rough fingers sliding between her legs. The thought of him watching fills her with a mix of pleasure and shame, driving her wild with desire. Natasha arches her back, wanting more of their touch, needing to feel close to them all while never losing sight of his face in the crowd behind them. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she moans his name again and again.

Her heart aches with longing, wishing he was there beside her, holding her tightly through it all. But she knows this is her penance, her chance to prove herself worthy of him once more. The heat rising between her legs intensifies with every passing moment, her climax building steadily until it crashes over her in a wave of blissful release. With a shuddering cry, Natasha's body quakes under the weight of

Her whole body trembles with the knowledge that he's enjoying this as much as she is. She looks at him through the crowd, searching his expression for any hint of anger or disgust. But all she sees is desire, lust... Love. It ignites a fire within her, burning brighter than ever before. As the last tremors of pleasure course through her body, Natasha throws back her head and lets out a satisfied moan, her eyes locked on him the entire time.

Her skin flushed from exertion and shame, she slowly regains her composure, though the afterglow of pleasure still lingers within her. As the men around her begin to lose interest, Natasha turns back toward her husband, a quiet smile curving her lips. She walks over to him, her movements slow and seductive despite everything that's happened, and sinks to her knees before him, taking his hardening member

Her heart races as she looks up at him, his gaze boring into her. A shiver runs down her spine as he takes her hand and guides it towards his thick erection. She slowly wraps her slender fingers around him, feeling the weight of his arousal in her palm. With a nod, she begins to stroke him firmly, mimicking the rough hands that had taken her just moments ago.

The contrast between their lovemaking and this brutal act fills her with a mixture of shame and desire. Natasha looks up at him as she strokes his length, wanting nothing more than for him to be satisfied, to forgive her completely and love her again. Her other hand moves to cup her aching sex, fingers slipping between her folds as she teases herself while pleasuring him.

Her breath hitches as she feels the man behind her press into her wet folds. The invasion is almost unbearable, but at the same time it heightens the sensations coursing through her body, connecting her to both him and her husband in a way that feels forbidden and intensely erotic. She bites her lower lip, trying to stifle the moans as pleasure ripples through her, echoing between them like a wicked song.

The pleasure coursing through her veins is almost enough to make her lose control entirely. She focuses on the feel of his fingers around her cock and the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh as he moves inside her, their bodies connected by this twisted act of lovemaking. Her eyes dart between him and her husband, seeking reassurance that what she's doing is enough to make everything alright again.

Natasha moans his name as her climax builds once more, tension coiling tightly in her core until it snaps with a shuddering cry. Her body arches back into the man behind her, riding out her orgasm as waves of pleasure wash over her. With a sigh, she finally collapses onto the carpet, spent and satisfied.

Her eyes meet his once more, hopeful and filled with love. She knows she's done everything she can to prove

She gasps as his lips press against her swollen sex, tasting the mixture of sweat and pleasure that coats her skin. Her hips jerk up involuntarily towards his face, wanting more of this connection, needing to feel whole again after everything that's happened. She whispers his name hoarsely, still struggling to believe that she's won him back with these acts.

Her fingers curl into the carpet as her body trembles with pleasure beneath his attentions. With each stroke of his tongue and every gentle nip at her skin, she feels herself falling deeper under his spell, returning to the woman she used to be before everything went wrong. And with every passing moment, the certainty that she's made things right grows stronger.

She looks up at him through lidded eyes, grateful for this chance to be close to him again and determined to never lose him again. "I love you,"

"I love you too," he whispers hoarsely before lowering his head once more to continue his ministrations. The kisses and licks are even more intense now, as if he can't get enough of her after being denied for so long. Natasha arches into him, moaning softly at the exquisite sensations coursing through her body.

As he continues to pleasure her, she reaches up to caress his cheek gently, feeling the stubble rough against her fingertips. Her touch is filled with adoration and longing, a physical manifestation of all the love and gratitude that fills her heart in this moment. The pain of betrayal has given way to an overwhelming sense of relief and contentment as she knows that they will find their way back to each other, stronger than ever before.

Her body trembles with pleasure as her lovers take turns filling her. The sensation is unlike anything she's experienced before, but it only heightens the connection she feels to him. As they use her in this way, Natasha cannot help but feel grateful for the trust he has placed in her once more. She moans his name again and again, lost in a haze of pleasure that binds them together like nothing else can.

With every thrust, every caress, she knows that they are rebuilding their relationship brick by brick. The pain of betrayal may linger as a reminder of what was lost, but it only serves to make the love they share now feel all the more intense and precious. As the men around her grow more animated, Natasha feels herself growing closer to her husband emotionally, her heart opening wider with each passing moment.

Her gaze meets his again across the room, eyes shining with

Her gaze meets his again across the room, eyes shining with unbridled love and gratitude. The intensity of their connection seems to fuel the passion around them, binding everyone together in a web of raw emotion that transcends words or actions. As they share this experience, she knows that nothing can ever tear them apart again. Her body arches into the hands that hold her, relishing in the sensations washing over her as she gives herself fully to the moment, trusting him implicitly.

Natasha's breath comes in ragged gasps as another orgasm builds within her, its power propelling her higher than ever before. She bites down on her lip, wanting nothing more than for this feeling to go on forever, wanting to be wrapped up in their love until time itself dissolves away. When at last the wave crests and breaks over her, leaving her spent and satiated, she collapses back onto

Tears of relief and happiness well up in her eyes as she feels his touch again, rough but gentle against her skin. She clings to him desperately, unable to believe that they've made it through this and come out stronger on the other side. Her body trembles with exhaustion and pleasure, her muscles sore from being used by so many people in such intense ways.

As their hearts slow and return to a more normal rhythm, Natasha burrows deeper into his embrace, feeling safer and more loved than she ever thought possible. A quiet sob escapes her lips as the enormity of what they've just been through washes over her. She looks up at him with tear-filled eyes, her voice hoarse from screams of pleasure and pain when

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. "For giving me the chance to prove myself and show you how much I love you. I promise that nothing like this will ever happen again." She presses her lips to his, pouring every ounce of gratitude and devotion into the kiss.

As their lips part, she gazes deeply into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or regret. But all she sees is love and acceptance, and it fills her with a sense of relief and happiness that overwhelms her senses. Her fingers dance lightly across his chest, tracing patterns as they explore the landscape of muscle and skin.

"I will never leave you," she whispers solemnly, knowing with every fiber of her being that this time, their love is truly unbreakable. "No matter what happens, I am yours and you are mine, forever." Her voice cracks

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she looks up into his eyes, searching for any hint of sarcasm or disdain. But all she sees is desire and lust, mirroring the feelings burning within her own body. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes that even though they've just experienced something so intense, it hasn't quenched his thirst for her.

"I... I don't know if I could handle that again," she whispers, biting her lip nervously. "But..." She pauses, considering the depth of their connection and the trust they've built tonight. "Maybe we could explore new things together?" Her eyes widen hopefully as she waits for his response.

The idea of continuing to expand their sexual boundaries with him sends a thrill through her body, filling her with anticipation and excitement at the thought of everything yet to come

She nods eagerly, feeling her heart race with anticipation and desire. "I would like that very much," she whispers, already imagining the possibilities of what they could share together. With renewed confidence and excitement, she looks up at him expectantly, ready to embark on this new journey with her husband by her side.

Her heart feels lighter than air as she lies in his arms, their bodies still flushed and sore from the night's events. The thought of exploring new things together sends a shiver down her spine, filling her with anticipation for all that is yet to come. She nestles closer to him, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his chest as they drift off to sleep, their future looking brighter than ever before.

Her mind drifts off to the possibilities as she falls into a contented sleep, dreaming of their future together. In her dreams, they explore new worlds of pleasure and intimacy, their bond growing stronger with each passing night. She feels safe and loved in his arms, knowing that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, they will face them together as an unbreakable team.

As dawn begins to lighten the sky outside their bedroom window, Natasha stirs slightly, her lips parting in a soft sigh. The comfort of her husband's embrace surrounds her like a warm blanket, grounding her and reminding her of everything they have overcome together. With a contented smile, she snuggles deeper into his chest, looking forward to the day when they will wake up and begin their new adventure as an unstoppable team.

She nestles deeper into the warmth of his chest, feeling safe and loved like never before. The weight of their past struggles lifts with every passing moment, replaced by a sense of optimism and hope for all that lies ahead. As they drift off back to sleep, she whispers a silent prayer of gratitude for this second chance at happiness and vows to cherish it always.

Her dreams are filled with the sound of his voice and the feel of his skin against hers, their connection so deep it seems almost otherworldly. In these fantasies, they explore new horizons together; conquer new heights as partners in every sense of the word. It's as if they were always meant to be, destined for this unbreakable bond.

Drifting off to sleep once more, she finds herself surrounded by the comforting warmth of their bond. As her eyelids grow heavy and her body drifts into slumber, she takes a moment to appreciate everything they've shared so far, relishing in the knowledge that there is still so much left for them to explore together. A contented smile spreads across her lips as sleep finally claims her, dreams of endless happiness and eternal love filling her mind with hope for a future brighter than anything they could have ever imagined.

As she awakens, the warmth of her husband's body envelopes her like a security blanket. His strong arms are wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her back against his chest while one of his hands idly traces patterns on her bare back. The sense of peace and contentment that washes over her is almost tangible. She nestles deeper into the crook of his arm, feeling safe and protected in a way that she never has before.

Without opening her eyes, Natasha takes a moment to take in their surroundings; the soft rustle of sheets, the comforting scent of their shared pillow, the sound of him breathing deep and steady beside her. A feeling of gratitude wells up within her as she realizes that this is it - they've made it through the hard times and come out stronger on the other side. And now, together, they can start building a life filled

Her eyes flutter open to see him gazing down at her with an affection she hadn't expected after everything that had happened. A shy smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she returns his glance, feeling the familiar warmth spread throughout her body. It's then that she realizes; they can truly begin again. Together.

"We could go on a trip," she suggests softly, "somewhere we've never been before." She pauses, images of exotic locales and adventures dancing through her mind. "Maybe even live somewhere else for a while?" Her voice holds a note of excitement and curiosity as she waits for his reaction.

His hand stills on her back, his thumb tracing slow circles across her skin. She can feel him considering her words, weighing the possibilities against their shared history. The tension in the air seems to build as they both anticipate his response.

Her heart leaps with joy as he nods in agreement. They've faced so much together already and come out stronger than ever before. She takes his hand, her skin tingling where it connects with his. Together, they begin to plan their adventure, dreaming of sands between their toes and foreign accents filling the air. The idea of exploring a new city or country as one united front fills them both with anticipation and excitement for all that is yet to come. And as they lay in bed that morning, basking in the afterglow of their shared intimacy and passion, she can't help but feel grateful for this second chance at happiness and an eternal love that seems more real than anything she's ever known before.

The world is their oyster now, and they're eager to begin peeling back the layers one by one, revealing new depths of joy and connection with

She grins at his words, feeling a thrill of anticipation run through her. "Always the negotiator," she teases playfully before rolling out of bed and padding over to their shared dresser. With a quick change into comfortable clothing, she gathers up some essentials for the trip and tucks them into a small overnight bag. As she turns back around, she catches his approving glance taking in her newly-bared skin and can't help but blush.

Together, they make their way to the front door, hand in hand. With one last lingering look between them, Natasha takes a deep breath and opens the door, revealing a bright and sunny day outside. The fresh air carries with it promises of adventure, and she can't wait to see where this new journey will lead her and her husband.

As they step out into the world together, hand in hand, Nat

She feels the sun warm her skin and breathes in the scent of possibility that fills the air. With a sense of elation, she turns to her husband, her gaze brimming with love and anticipation. This new chapter in their lives holds so much promise; a chance to heal old wounds and create something truly beautiful together. And as they stand there, hand in hand, Natasha knows that no matter what challenges may come their way, she will always have him by her side, ready to face the world head-on and chase their dreams together.

"Oh, I'm sure I can find other ways to thank him," she teases back with a wink and a sultry smile that sends a shiver down his spine. As they approach the taxi, her heart beats faster in anticipation of what lies ahead. The warmth of his hand in hers only heightens the excitement coursing through her veins. "Where to?" she asks brightly, already daydreaming about the endless possibilities that await them on their journey together.

We settled into the taxi, my husband beside me and the driver's friend in the front seat. The air was filled with anticipation as we pulled away from their apartment complex and made our way towards the park. It wasn't long before the friend took notice of my naked body, his gaze raking over every inch of my skin.

As the taxi slowed at a red light, I leaned closer to the driver and whispered, "Tell your friend here that if he wants a taste, he's going to have to earn it." My breath was hot against his ear as I waited for his reaction. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down in his throat before he let out a low chuckle.

I smiled sweetly at him, leaning in closer still. "Well then," I whispered into his ear, my warm breath sending shivers down his spine, "why don't you just focus on getting us there instead of looking? You're supposed to be the driver, after all." His hand instinctively reached for the gearshift as if to steady himself, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of power at having such an effect on him.

The friend in the front seat grew increasingly impatient, shooting me dirty looks in the rearview mirror. He was clearly anxious to get his hands on me, and with each passing moment, my anticipation only grew stronger. As the taxi neared our destination, I reached down between my legs and began to toy with myself, moaning softly at the delicious sensations building inside me.

As the taxi pulled to a secluded spot, I could feel my husband tensing up beside me, his breath growing shorter and more labored. He reached over, gripping my thigh tightly as he stared helplessly at the scene unfolding before him. The driver's friend climbed into the backseat, moving to kneel between us. I arched my back, offering myself up eagerly to his hungry gaze. His hands moved possessively over my body, stripping me bare while my husband watched on, unable to do anything to stop him.

As the friend neared completion, he leaned forward and whispered something into the driver's ear. With a smirk, the driver glanced at his watch before turning back around and driving us back towards our destination. "Not quite quick enough," he teased with a wink as my husband glared at them both in frustration.

I moaned in ecstasy as the driver took his turn, his rough hands gripping my hair and holding my head still as he plunged deeper inside me. My body arched off the seat in response to his possession, my cries filling the taxi and echoing through my veins. His thrusts grew harder and faster, each one pushing me closer to the edge of oblivion.

My husband watched from beside me, his features twisted with jealousy and desire. The tension between them was palpable, electrifying the air around us. But as my orgasm finally crashed over me, dragging my senses back into the present, I could see something else flicker in his eyes: acceptance. It may not have been the outcome he'd hoped for, but it was clear that our love had survived this test, and we were stronger than ever before.

I could see the same realization reflected in his eyes as we climbed out of the taxi and stepped back onto solid ground. It was a new beginning for us, and despite everything that had happened, our love was still alive. As we walked arm-in-arm towards our next adventure, I knew there would be more obstacles to overcome, but with each step we took together, I grew stronger and more confident in the power of our bond. And as long as he was by my side, nothing could ever tear us apart again.

I glance around nervously as the crowd grows closer, my heart racing in anticipation. I lean into you, feeling your strength and reassurance radiating through your arm. Your hand moves to comfortingly stroke my lower back, granting me courage I never knew I had. As they approach us, their expressions a mixture of lust and desire, I steal a quick look up at you. In that moment, I know we can face this together.

With newfound confidence and an unyielding trust in our bond, I stand tall beside you as the three people surround us. Your touch is my anchor, grounding me to reality and reminding me of all that we've been through - and overcome. We may not have expected this development, but we will survive it; our love too strong to be broken by mere mortals.

I feel your touch and the steel in your voice, and it ignites a spark within me that flares to life. The familiar protective instinct surges through my veins, propelling me forward as we face this new challenge together. I meet your gaze unflinchingly, letting them know without words that you are mine, and no one will ever change that.

With renewed determination, I stand taller beside you, drawing strength from our connection and the knowledge that we have faced worse and survived. Together, we weather the storm of curious glances and hungry stares, united in our love for one another and our refusal to let anything tear us apart again.

I feel your body tensing with desire as the crowd speaks, their words dancing around our bond and feeding the fire inside us both. The knowledge that we have each other in this moment, no matter what they say or do... it's intoxicating. I lean into you, feeling my heart race against yours, and arch my back slightly, offering myself up to them all as a reminder of our passion and our power.

With your hand still cupping my breast through the thin material of my shirt, and the other at my waist, I can feel every inch of you yearning for contact with my skin. You're mine, just as much as they want to believe I belong to them. And tonight, under the light of the moon and the burning gazes of strangers, we'll prove it.

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as hands begin to wander closer and closer to my body, but it only serves to fuel the fire burning inside me. With each touch that isn't yours, I long for your skin against mine even more fiercely. My breath comes quicker and shallower now, matching the rhythm of my rapidly racing heart as anticipation builds with every passing second.

My focus remains solely on you; on our connection and the love we share that defies everything they think they understand about us. Together, we will show them what it truly means to be a couple who can't be touched by anyone else but each other - not even under these strange and foreign circumstances.

I feel my heart lurch in my chest as you hesitate, unsure of what to do or say. The air between us seems thick with uncertainty and fear; fear of losing control, fear of letting them down. But I know that we are stronger together, and our love has survived worse than this. With a reassuring squeeze of your hand, I step forward and lean in close to you, whispering so only you can hear: "No matter what happens, we're in this together."

My voice is steady and confident despite the racing pulse in my veins. For a moment, our eyes meet, conveying a thousand words of love and devotion that silence anything else around us. And then, taking a deep breath, you nod once. "Okay," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to be there with you."

A shiver runs down my spine at your words. I've never been one to enjoy the thought of others being with you, but something about this... It feels different. Dirty and exhilarating all at once. My lips part in a small breath as I imagine it, imagining your hands on me while another man takes what is mine. The anticipation builds within me, making my blood race and my skin flush with heat.

I reach up to touch your cheek, feeling the rough stubble of your beard against my fingertips. "Will you watch?" I ask softly, voice low and seductive despite the nervousness lurking beneath the surface. "Will you see how much I want it?" My gaze drops to my lips as I feel the blush creeping up my neck, spreading across my chest. The thought of you watching me like this... It's intoxicating.

Your words send a jolt of adrenaline through me, making my heart race even faster and my breath hitch in my throat. The thought of you watching me, wanting this... it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to compose myself as I feel the heat spreading through my body. When I open them again, I meet your gaze unflinchingly, letting you know that no matter what happens, you are the one person who understands me.

With a small nod, I step back and turn away from you, presenting myself to the crowd. My skin feels hot and flushed under their hungry eyes, but I can't look away from your reflection in the mirror behind them. You stand there, towering over everyone else in the room, your features set in a mask of determination as you watch me with possessive eyes. And although it

I gasp as I feel their hands on me, rough and demanding. My body arches instinctively beneath the assault, wanting more despite the pain that burns through my senses. I can't tear my eyes away from your reflection in the mirror behind them, knowing that you're watching everything; every touch, every moan. The knowledge that this is for you... it only serves to fuel the fire inside me.

As the hands move lower, fingers spreading my lips and searching for something deeper, I feel a new kind of heat pooling in my core. My hips buck against their hands, seeking release from this torment and the promise of what's to come. And as they grow ever closer, I can finally taste it; the salty head of his cock pressed against my lips.

I taste the salt on his skin as I eagerly take him deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his length. A moan escapes me, and with a growl of approval he pushes further into my throat. My free hand reaches down between my legs, finding his fingers already slippery with my arousal. I guide them to my opening, needing him inside me now.

I feel your gaze burning through me as I pleasure the man in front of you, imagining it's you watching; feeling every touch and moan. The anticipation is unbearable, but as they near release, I know that we are about to cross a line that will change everything between us. And though part of me is terrified, another part cannot wait to see where this new path leads.

I feel his hot length sliding against my tongue as he thrusts deeper into my mouth. His hand tangles in my hair, holding me still as he uses me for his pleasure. Behind him, another cock pushes at my lips, demanding entry. I can't believe how far this has gone; how much we've surrendered to the crowd tonight. With a whimper of need, I part my lips and let him in, feeling the heavy weight of his member stretch my throat to its limit.

My other hand clutches at the material of his pants, desperate for skin on skin contact as I'm used as a receptacle for their desire. My vision blurs from the tears streaming down my cheeks, but through them I can still see you standing there; your expression unreadable but your body tense with arousal. We're in this together, no matter what happens next.