“I love watching you,” he’d said after our second threesome. I’d figured that, seeing him sitting there, slowly masturbating his rigid cock while he stared at me riding Jason’s monster phallus and coming hard. I was self-conscious at first, and then I wondered if it hurt him, if he was jealous.
He assured me he was fine; I figured out for myself that what he really loved was sliding into my used, messy pussy afterward.
He’d figured out for himself that what I really love is the way he so thoroughly licks me clean when we’re done. Ohhh, my God…
