“Imagine that your shaft is balls-deep . “You’ve never felt anything like that, I know”, she said, anticipating not only the words but the formed thought itself. Blowjob sex She told me her name was Amber, and then told me that “pretty soon, it’s going to be ‘Amber McElliott’.” She was telling me that we would be married: my name is Hank McElliott, and though she took on my name and used it in a happy, dreamy way, she was stating it as pure fact, not fantasy. One long, continuous stream of semen, resoaking the fronts of my underwear and pants. What happened after that, what Amber meant by us being “at home” that night “later”, what I’d say if Cindy came fully awake and breathed me in, I didn’t know. So, I didn’t know what to expect when she stopped me, though I knew it wasn’t going to be for a public display of affection.
