Yup. Were gonna do it with fish tacos.
She swirls her tongue around the tip, then licks at the ridge in question. My skull digs into the pillow and its so good its almost painful.Then she kisses up and down the shaft, talking as she goes.
And, they always mention massaging the testicles, how that makes it better. Her voice turns teasing. Should I test that theory?All I can do is nod. And then I whimper when she cups my sack in her hand, causing hot, weighted pleasure to light every nerve in my body.What do they call it? I wonder. I have no idea why. Cant see Jane Austen writing the word cock.
Its possible I just want to hear the word from Sarahs lips.Depends on the book, she says, licking me from base to tip, swirling around the full, aching head, before licking her way back down with her hot, wet tongue. And then she does it again.
Not Austen, but some books call a cock, a cock.
Others call it a rod or a sword . . . and the woman is the sheath.Honey, stop. His look was intent and full of love. I havent noticed a single pound, and it wouldnt matter to me what you weigh. I love you, and in my eyes youre beautiful just the way you are.
He was saying exactly what she needed to hear, what she had hoped to hear.Now eat. I dont like the idea of you starving yourself. It isnt necessary. Youre perfect.
Jake. She felt like crying. How was it she was so fortunate to have married such a wonderful man? I appreciate what youre saying, but Id feel better about myself if I was able to shed this weight.Jake set his lunch aside and grew thoughtful. Do you want to join one of those diet centers?