I was getting turned on. I let one hand drop to my c**t and started playing with myself.
I kept jerking him with my other hand. After about 5 minutes my mouth hurt. I had to stop.
"I didn't c*m in your mouth," he said.
"I know," I said. "Let me rest and try again."
"Not this time. It's time to f**k you."
He picked me up and lay me on the bed next to my drunk husband. I fought back. I tried to push him away. In retrospect. I could have scratched or bit, or kicked. For some reason I didn't.
I pushed at him. "Please, no, I don't want to do this. I love my husband. He's right next to me. Please. Stop."
I felt him pull my legs apart. He held me in place. He placed that huge pool ball sized head against my p***y. He didn't worry about lubrication. He could tell my p***y was dripping wet.
