Chapter 10
Paula went up to their bedroom. She was remorseful and very concerned about what Ralph was going to do. In one respect, she was glad that the charade was over. It was out in the open now. Perhaps her husband would know what to do!
She wandered around the room aimlessly, her thoughts on what was going to happen next. Turning on the TV in their room, she watched with detached interest. The show was a soap opera. She had enough problems of her own to create a new one. Paula wasn't interested in the problems besetting the characters on TV
Paula opened the bedroom door to see if Ralph was stirring around. There was no sound from below. Quietly, she walked back to her bed. She threw herself down, her face buried in the pillow and started to cry again. Huge sobs convulsed her frame.
She didn't know how long she had been crying. Nor was Paula aware of Ralph's presence in the room until he spoke.
"You're a mess!" he told her. "I want you to freshen up and change your clothes. We're going out."
Paula jumped off the bed in response to his order. She sniffed back some tears and brushed her eyes. She didn't want to ask him what they were going to do. He was going to take her out someplace! It didn't matter where or what they were going to do! Her husband was speaking to her! Not only that, they were going to do something together!
If she spoke, she felt it might dispel the mood. Paula accepted his invitation as a token that she would be forgiven. A wrong word or move could destroy this attempt to heal the wound she created. She was willing to do anything her husband wanted her to do to show her contriteness and desire for penitence.
"One question!" Ralph said. His tone made her cringe inwardly. There was authority behind it.
"Did you ever take any money for those acts?" he asked.
"No, no! I swear, Ralph! I didn't even know what he was charging," she denied emphatically.
She realized that she should not have mentioned the last sentence.
He stared at her, watching her face. "I have one last question. Then no more! Do you really love me?"
Paula rushed to him, clutching him in her embrace. She pressed her face, still wet with tears, against his. "Oh, yes, yes! I love you, Ralph. I'll do anything you say. I'll be a good wife and will never, never do anything bad again! I swear, Ralph, I swear. Just say you forgive me! Please, please! It means so much to me."
He stared at her face looking for some indication of sincerity. Paula gazed into his eyes, anticipating his thoughts. "I swear to you, Ralph. I'll be a good wife. Please say you forgive me. I won't have any peace until you say you will."
"I'll forgive you this time," he answered. "There won't be a next time!" his voice sounded ominous.
Paula kissed his face wildly all over. "Oh, Ralph, Ralph! You don't know how happy you've made me. Thank you, thank you!"
"Let me know how thankful you are during the next few weeks," he said. The way he said it made her shiver a little. Would he beat her or, treat her in some miserable fashion? Whatever he had planned, Paula was ready to endure. Any price was worth his forgiveness.
Ralph drove her down to Main and Washington. The streets were part of the main shopping center where they lived. He handed her several twenties.
"I want you to buy several pairs of sexy nighties. I'll leave the choice up to you. By now, you should have a good idea of what a sexy piece of item is!" he told her.
She felt the biting sarcasm of his remark. There was no point in answering back. Things seemed to be smoothing out. A hasty retort in kind would start everything over again. Ralph's order for the sexy nighties had to do with something he had planned for her. Whatever it was, Paula knew that sex had something to do with it! For the first time during their married life, she felt sexual excitement.
Ralph told her that he was going to. do some shopping. Both shopping excursions shouldn't take longer than about a half an hour he had told her. They were to meet back at the car. If either one finished earlier then the first one back would wait.
Paula had no trouble finding what Ralph wanted. Especially one! It was a black lacy shift just about waist length. The price was ten dollars. Lacking utilitarian value, the garment was more for arousing a sex urge. She chosed three of them and the saleslady didn't blink an eye. Evidently, women buying this type of wear were pretty common. Paula laughed at the ambiguity of the word.
She went back to the car and found Ralph waiting for her. He drove around with no destination in mind. Little conversation passed be-twen them. Paula wanted conversation but didn't press the issue. His aimless driving seemed to be a means to kill time.
They drove that way for several hours. He looked at his watch. "Feel like eating?" he asked. She answered affirmatively. "Okay!" he replied, "keep an eye open for a decent looking place."
After a few miles, she sighted a restaurant. "There's one there!" she pointed it out to him. He swung the car into the parking area.
Paula found his silent treatment a little difficult to endure. Aside from occasional remarks, he said nothing to her. He had admonished her not to speak to him. She was being very careful to do so. His startling discovery of her secret sex life had antagonized him enough. There was no point in provoking him further. Besides, there was every indication that a reconciliation was in effect. Paula didn't want to do anything to hinder it.
Their conversation was just as brief during the meal. He asked her what she wanted to order; how the food was and whether she wanted anything else. After the meal, they returned home.
In the house, Ralph exhibited his first interest in her purchases. He asked her to show him what she bought. Paula took each nightie out of the bag, displaying them singularly to him.
"Let's see what that black one looks like on you," he said. It sounded more like an order. She started to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To change," she answered.
"Since when did you suddenly become bashful?" There was that sarcasm again.
"Sure, Ralph! Anything you say!" she hastily agreed.
Paula removed her clothes, exposing her naked body. She placed the black nightie on. The hem rested over the swell of her body. Her shaved pudenda was completely exposed. She pirouetted slowly to show off the rear. Her shapely rounded ass!
In the past, she had maintained a little reticence in such a sexual display. Oh, Ralph had seen her naked! This episode had an entirely new concept. She could almost feel the same thrill coursing through her as the thrill she had during her first rape.
His terse reply was, "Not bad! It'll do. You can go up to bed and wait for me."
Paula picked up her clothes and left the room. She knew he had made some purchases and her curiosity was burning. Upstairs in the room, she put her clothes away and daubed her body with some perfume. Her action was daring! Ralph might not approve! But she wanted to do her best to please him! She knew that although he didn't say anything demonstrative about her purchase, it was a good one.
She waited for some time for Ralph to come up. Glancing at the clock on the end table, she saw it was almost ten. Paula turned on the TV to kill time until Ralph decided to make his appearance. Before she knew it, the eleven o'clock news was coming on. Paula found her eyelids getting heavy. Maybe, he had no intentions of doing anything that night. Her head drooped and she fell asleep.
Paula was sleeping on her side. She felt a gentle nudge and her body rolled over on her stomach. The touch of cold steel made her awake with a start. Her left hand was outstretched, fastened by a handcuff to one of the metal bars on the headboard.
Coming out of her sleep, she realized that Ralph was fastening her right hand to another bar. Paula was manacled to the headboard. She was on her stomach and couldn't turn over.
"Ralph! Ralph! What are you going to do to me?" There was frightened anxiety in her voice.
"Don't worry your pretty little head," he told her. "This shouldn't bother you a bit! By now, you should be used to it."
He took some rope and tied her ankles to the foot of the bed. She was now spread-eagled on her stomach as she had been on previous occasions. Just like her fantasies! Only this time, it was her husband who was going to attack her.
Paula was grabbed by the face. He fitted a gag into her mouth. "It's rather late and I don't want to disturb our neighbors," he explained. Her eyes revealed her terror. Ralph, she thought, had deliberately lulled her into a false sense of security. Now, he was going to exact some horrible revenge upon her body. She thrashed wildly against the metal bonds. It was a futile gesture. He had her at his mercy.
He stood before her nude. His cock was only partially hard. In his hand, he held a ping-pong racket. "In the olden days, they used to stone adulterous women to death. I wouldn't think of doing that!" His voice was saccharine. There was a hint of cruelty in the way he spoke.
"You know what I'm going to do with this paddle?" he asked.
Paula couldn't speak with the gag in her mouth. Only make muffled sounds. She nodded frantically. Just as frantically, she shook her head. No! No! She was trying to say! Don't beat me! Her eyes pleaded with him.
"First, I'm going to beat your little ass for acting like a two-bit whore," he told her. Ralph stepped out of her sight. She heard him pad on bare feet around behind her. Paula squeezed her eyes shut in painful anticipation of the blows that would soon fall on her unprotected buttocks.
Crack! The first blow of the paddle crashed against her left buttock! Paula's hips jerked from the effects of the blow. A burning pain seemed to radiate from the buttock down to her leg. Her eyes filled up with tears of pain. The second blow caught her on the right ass-cheek.
She tried to call out to him to stop. To have some mercy! The gag Ralph had secured in her mouth restrained any kind of an outcry. Paula knew she couldn't free herself. She was crying hysterically. Her body shook with the sobs while tears rained unchecked down her face.
Ralph's punishment couldn't be stopped. His blows were descending upon her enflamed ass in timed blows. He didn't paddle her ass rapidly. Each smack was a resounding Cracckkk!
Paula's ass felt as though she had backed into a hot radiator or a blow-torch had been applied to it. From the swell of her shapely hillocks down to the back of her knees, her body was afire. Hot needles seemed to be sticking into her ass-cheeks each time her husband struck another blow.
Yet through the unbearable pain, Paula was experiencing another sensation. Deep within her loins, the rumbles of an erotic nature was overriding the pain. She could feel the extreme heat from her reddened ass. Ralph must have hit her at least a dozen times. After the fifth or sixth blow, she lost count. There was no mistaking the lascivious tremor that ran down her spine.
"That's for openers!" Ralph declared.
He shoved a pillow under her stomach, raising her ass a little higher. She was anticipating what was to come next. As though she had written the script. When Ralph started to lubricate her ass-hole, she knew! Paula felt the weight of his body as he got on the bed behind her. He shifted into position.
When he parted her buttocks to attack her ass, Paula winced from the pain. His cock slid smoothly into her anal canal. He caught her hips, pulling her ass closer to his groin. The touch of his body against her abused ass sent a shock of pain through her. There was the other shock! The delicious shock of his cock pushing deep within her rectum.
This was the first time he had ever fucked her in the ass! Other men had tasted that pleasure with their pricks! This time, it was her husband who was screwing her ass. Paula found it exhilaratingly exciting.
Slowly, Ralph started the shuttling of his rampant rod in and out of her hole. She closed her eyes to the piquant pleasure he was affording her. First, the tempo was slow as his hips moved back and forth. Gradually, the tempo increased. His prick pumped rapidly. Paula heard his labored breathing as he increased his rhythmic strokes.
Any moment now, she knew he was going to shoot his load. Inside her cunt, she felt the little tickling sensation. She hoped that after he fucked her ass, he would service her pussy. That hungry little pussy needed some love and affection too.
Her rectal muscles felt the convulsive spasms as Ralph orgasmed. This time her eyes were shut in ecstatic bliss as her husband filled her hole with his jism. She thrilled that she could have this sensation with her husband. All these years, missing this wonderful erotic reaction! What a fool she had been!
He made one last deep shove as his cock relinquished the glutinous liquid. Ralph's grip on her hips pulled her ass closer to his crotch. His spuming shaft was deep in her rectum. Her buttocks felt as though an electric probe had been applied to them. The forceful contact of Ralph's hips against them sent a shock through her body.
Paula's sensitive ass muscles detected the diminishing spasms of her husband's climax. He withdrew his fleshy tube which was slowly collapsing. The state of his prick did not reflect his sustained libido.
"I'm going to turn you loose," he told Paula.
"But we're not finished yet. I don't want a word out of you. After I free you, you're going to suck me off!"
She nodded her head. The legs were freed, the handcuffs removed, and Paula was able to turn over. He removed the gag from her mouth. Paula marveled at her husband's display of virility. For herself, she was experiencing an erotic thrill that compared to the excitement she felt during her sexual escapades. The hell with analyzing why! The important thing was that Ralph was arousing the dormant lust in her.
Paula turned over on her back after she was freed. She jumped off the bed. The contact of her abused ass-cheeks against the mattress made it unbearable to lie on her back.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, jumping off the bed. Gingerly, she reached behind her to touch the affected area. "That was some beating!"
"You're lucky I didn't do worse to you," Ralph told her. "Where do you think you're going?" She moved away from the bed.
"Nowheres! I just want to get some circulation back in my legs and arms," Paula answered. "How do you want me to suck you off? Do you have any special preference?"
"I'm going to give you a break," her husband told her. "I am going to suck you off at the same time, my dear. I am going to have the delectable pleasure of eating your pussy. Something that you have denied me all the years we've been married.
"I will lay down on the bed and we will do the famous sixty-nine position. By now, you should be familiar with it."
Always that little sarcastic remark! Paula wondered how long he would continue to insert these little digs into his remarks. She didn't mind it too much, really.
In spite of her husband's reference to Paula being familiar with the sixty-nine position, she had never practiced it. Even with the Lesbian customer! Either Paula sucked or was sucked off. The mention of it started to stimulate her salacious longings.
Ralph was already on his back on the bed waiting for her to straddle above him. Her knees rested alongside his head while she leaned forward on her hands. The puffy shaved cunt was poised above his mouth. She stared down at his semi-rigid cock. It hadn't shrunken completely. Or if it did, it was starting to grow again.
During their married life, she had sucked him off many times. This time, Paula studied his cock with a different perspective. His technicolored prick! The reddish-pink skin covered with the remains of his come and flecks of fecal matter from her ass. She had seen that on other men. Only this time, it was Ralph's cock that she would taste.
She tilted her head forward, her mouth swallowing the entire cock. The semi-flaccid piece of flesh disappeared into her oral cavern. The velvety tip of her tongue vibrated against the crown of his shaft. Her lips held the knob tightly captive while her experienced tongue dallied against the frenum. One of her clients had pointed out that the most sensitive area of a cock was just below the head, the frenum.
Paula shifted her attention to the rest of his prick. His cock was stiff, responding to her initial treatment. Supporting herself on one hand, she grasped the base of his cock. Her grip was firm, holding it steady in her mouth. Her lips slowly slid down the length of his rod until they kissed her fist gripping his cock.
As her mouth descended, her tongue brushed firmly along the side of the shaft. Using the same languid motion, Paula's lips moved upward. Only instead of her tongue, on the upsweep, she gently scraped her teeth against the sides of his cock.
She had been concentrating her efforts on satisfying Ralph. The familiar tickle was starting in her snatch. Her nervous system was sending out erotic messages. The old stirrings began with the libidinous awakening.
Ralph thoughtfully grabbed her by the croup, the rise above her buttocks. He pulled her cunt towards his face. She was thankful that he avoided as much contact with her burning buttocks. When his tongue made its initial sweep along her cuntal canal, she felt the incipient signals of lascivious stirrings. Inside Paula's snatch, the glands reacted with salacious salivating.
His tongue passed along the crack and swept over the shaven pudenda. He was tasting the erogenous flavor of a shaven pussy. Something Ralph may have coveted for a long time. To Paula, the contact of his lingual emissary sent chills tingling along her spine. Briefly, she remonstrated with herself for denying him this pleasure. Ardently, he caressed her cunt.
While she applied saliva lavishly over his prick, Ralph continued to send his probing tongue to different erogenous areas. He slipped his hands around her thighs, parting the slit. His tongue found that venereal papule, her clitoris. Feverishly, he ingested her inflamed clitty. Luxuriantly, he lavished wet kisses upon it. The tingling in her pussy was growing intense.
The shaft of her hardened piece of flesh was trapped firmly between his teeth. Its small bulbous head wavered back and forth as his tongue flicked across it in rapid motion.
Paula paused with his cock still filling her mouth. She moaned in aroused approval of his oral manipulations. Of the times she had been sucked off, only once had anyone matched the carnal bliss inspired by such tonguing! That was the Lesbian!
"Mmmmmffff!" Her murmur was muffled by her filled mouth. Her vocal approval told Ralph he was effectively doing his job She pressed her cunt against his mouth. Almost with sadistic intent, he shifted his attention to the vulva. As though he wanted to withhold from her the pleasure of coming.
The transition didn't eliminate the churning sensual exhilaration. Paula's system held the voluptuous vibrations at a constant level. Keeping it in abeyance for the final coup that would send orgasms exploding within her box!
Ralph's tongue penetrated her cunt as far as he could. He pressed it as deep as he could, letting it sweep along the moistened walls of her quim. The pressure of his oral caresses stroked the smoldering furnace, increasing the tantalizing sexual torment stirring within her.
His tongue slipped out, moving along the perineum, licking upwards towards the crack in her ass. Paula wriggled her hips at the piquant joys of the teasing tongue. The contact of Ralph's mouth against her still aching ass caused her to jerk her hips.
"Errhmmm!" she groaned in painful communication.
Realizing the contact was painful, he switched back to her clitoris. His mouth resumed his previous attack. She felt the strong suction as her clitoris was drawn into it.
Her body resembled a human teeter-totter. Paula's head bobbed up and down rapidly as her hips shuttled the same way. There was another facet to this forward and backward motion.
Paula's hips wriggled in ecstatic convulsions. As her head bobbed up and down, it twisted slowly from side to side, her compressed lips squeezing the dick held captive between them.
Her throbbing cunt seemed about to burst. She bucked and squirmed her hips in quick, choppy undulations. Between her movements and Ralph's mouth, the friction on her clitoris increased. Inside her aroused pussy, the erogenous stimulation accelerated the voluptuous palpitations of a vaginal vortex.
She wanted to scream aloud as she had so often done. The groans and murmurs of anguished pleasure! Her only outlet for the passionate feelings that engulfed her was in her frenzied pelvic gyrations.
Paula didn't want to release her oral hold on her husband's cock. She wanted to satisfy him. To bring her sensual teasing of his cock to orgasmic fruition. All she could do was groan in ecstatic anguish.
"Mmmmmffff! Mmmmmmffff!" she uttered, her mouth urging his prick to consummate her efforts.
She gasped in rapturous bliss as his churning prong profusely flooded her throat. The short contraction, then the heavy spasm shooting out a burst of glutinous liquid! With each spasm, the thickness of his climactic expression lessened. The force of his penile paroxysms became weaker.
Paula's lips glided down to the base of his shaft. Pressing her lips firmly against his prick,, she moved her head towards the knob. Her compressed lips milking out the last vestiges of his delicious come! The milky viscous fluid slid down her throat. For the first time, she enjoyed sucking Ralph off.
Her husband, to show his appreciation, continued to titillate her clitoris. A sluice opened and from the depths of her inflamed quim poured an abundance of love juices. Paula rewarded him with an ample quantity of elysian nectar. The overflow of her come ran down his chin.
Freed from the hindrance of a cock in her mouth, Paula gave vent to the carnal exultation that seized her.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Please, Ralph, suck me, harder, harder!" she exhorted him. "You don't. . . know ... how ... much..., " she was struggling with the words.
She was riding an express elevator plummeting to the ground in violent acceleration.
The orgasms were frequent and strong. They pounded with sensual force. She screamed! "It won't stop! I'm coming, I'm comm-MIINNGGG! YAHRRRggggg ! "
Paula had straightened up, her body supported by her knees and forelegs. Her twat was pressed against Ralph's rapacious mouth as he swallowed her heavy cuntal downpour. In spite of her sore ass-cheeks, she had them pressed down. Her buttocks were in contact with Ralph's face. She was oblivious to the painful proximity. Only the voluptuous pulsations of the erogenous orgasms sent incandescent thrills through her body. She was unaware of anything else.
For several minutes, Ralph indulged her, continuing to service her orally. The pressure of her body on his face and his cunt-lapping tired him. He stopped and gently pushed Paula off.
A sigh of blissful contentment signified appreciation of his efforts.
Paula fell forward, collapsing in a spent heap. "That was beautiful!" she murmured in pleasurable approval.
"I'm glad you liked it!" his voice lacking emotion. "I've been trying to convince you for years.
We're not finished yet! Remember, I'm on vacation!" he declared. "We can sleep late.
"Now, you're going downstairs to make me a cup of coffee. We're going to take a little break. After that, we're going to have another session. All we've done so far is just warm up. After the coffee..." she was on the way out of the room, leaving his promised intentions hanging.
On her way to the kitchen, Paula found it difficult to move quickly. The beating Ralph had given her ass made any movement painful. Especially, quick moves.
It was forgotten in her remembrance of Ralph's forceful attack upon her. The sexual exhilaration was greater during her relationship with him than with the others. All the other men who had fucked her were helping her to act out her fantasies. The carnal coupling with Ralph was no make-believe! It was real! Paula felt sexually fulfilled now.
She filled a tray with two cups of coffee and hurried back upstairs. Paula couldn't wait to join her husband after the coffee. Ralph had promised another session. Within fifteen minutes or so, he had shot two loads. She wondered whether he could do justice when he screwed her again.
As they drank the coffee, Paula violated her husband's admonition of not to speak until spoken to.
"Ralph, I ... I want to tell you how grateful I am for your ... understanding," she said hesitantly. "I've been a ... a fool and I'm sorry that I've disgraced you. I just want to say...! "
He interrupted her. "Forget it. I'm trying hard to forget it myself."
"I ... I want to ask you a question." She sounded reluctant to ask.
"Go ahead! At this point, we should be open and honest with each other," he told her.
"Do ... do you think that ... that you can fuck me again?" she asked. Her concern was concentrated more on having a satisfactory fuck and his ability to do so.
"You want to know if I can come again! Spread your legs, honey, and I'll show you!" he declared.
Putting the cups aside, Paula lay down on the bed. Her buttocks still smarted but the pain didn't matter. For the first time in their five years of marriage, she was going to be fucked as she was never fucked before. Gloriously, thrillingly, erotically fucked!
Ralph placed himself between her splayed legs. Holding his cock in his hand, he rubbed it back and forth against her already moistening twat. Slowly, his prick stiffened and he slipped it into her eagerly awaiting cunt.
"Try squeezing the muscles in your cunt, dear," he asked her., She closed her eyes, her face grimacing with the effort. There was a faint spasm. "That's it!" he exclaimed. "Try again!"
Paula tried once more. "That's good! Once more!" Ralph insisted. She found that by concentrating, the vaginal muscles could be contracted without too much effort. The more she did it, the easier it became. Simple as flexing fingers into a fist and opening the hand again.
"How does it feel?" Ralph asked.
"It's nice!" she answered. "I can intensify the sensation of contact with your prick when the muscles squeeze down on it. Where did you learn about that?"
He laughed. "Before tonight, you never used words like that! Or for that matter, acted so wantonly. Let's just say that we both learned a little something."
"What's the matter?" she asked anxiously as he withdrew his cock from her moist quim.
"I just found out how tired I am," Ralph laughed. "It's been a rough day. I'm human, not a machine."
"Oh!" Paula exclaimed. The short exclamation showed her disappointment.
He looked at his wristwatch. "It's almost two in the morning! We can always get a fresh start later just like we used to do. How about it?"
"Okay!" she agreed. For the first time that day, they embraced. They kissed passionately and Paula was happy that their differences had been settled. All was forgiven! The resolution of their problem might not have worked out so well if Ralph hadn't been so understanding.
As they snuggled together in bed, Paula's mind dwelled on the voluptuous thrills Ralph had given to her. Roguishly, her licentious imagination conjured up a daring erotic act. Waiting until Ralph was sound asleep, she stealthily left the bed. She fumbled around in the dark and located the handcuffs used on her.
Ralph awoke with a start. Paula had manacled him in the same manner he had shackled her.
"What are you going to do?" he seemed more curious than afraid of what Paula had planned.
She had turned on the lights and was putting on the final touches by fastening his legs to the bed. There was a lewd, mischievous grin on her face as she looked down upon him.
"I just want to prove a point about how exciting sex can be in this position," she told him.
He looked up at her from his supine position, spread-eagled on the bed. She began making obscene gestures, fondling her tits and cunt. His dormant cock was also awake and hardening.
"Turn about is fair play. Just be glad I didn't lock you in on your stomach," she said. "I'd love to return the compliment by paddling your ass."
"Okay! So you proved your point about how exciting being tied is while having sex," Ralph said. He grinned. "So far, we haven't had any sex."
She reached under his balls and ran a finger along the scrotum and teasingly up the length of his stiff cock. He wriggled his hips. With her other hand, she continued to exhibit her cunt, rubbing her fingers around it.
"You bitch!" his exclamation with without malice. "You wake me from a sound sleep, tie me up, and now you're teasing me. You know what you are? You're a P.A.! "
"A P.A.? " she asked puzzled. "What the hell is that?"
Ralph laughed. "A penis agitator! That's a cock-teaser with a college degree."
"I'll give you penis agitator!" she threatened in pretended annoyance. She straddled his chest, her cunt in his face. Looking down at him, she said, "First, I want you to eat my pussy. If you do a good job, I may untie you to see how good you can really fuck me."
His tongue flicked out in a teasing taste. Ralph paused. "Do you know why a honeymoon only lasts for six days?" he asked.
Paula looked puzzled. "No, I don't! Why?"
"Because," he laughed, "seven days make a whole week," he punned. "And at the rate you're using my cock, I may not last two days. I only took a few days to straighten things out. By the time we're through, I may need another week to recuperate."
"Right now, your thing is very straight! And if you want to use it, you better start sucking," she told him.
Ralph sighed. "Having sex will never be the same. I can see you have an insatiable lust. I'll probably die trying to satisfy your sexual appetite."
Paula reached behind her and gave his cock a playful tug. "Yeh! But what a way to die! And at the rate you're going, it's going to take a long time. We don't fuck until you suck!"
Slowly, his tongue stroked the slit. Inside Paula's cunt, the tingling tickle began. She was happy now. Everything had worked out fine.