At some point, while he was kneading my breasts and I was seconds away from just humping that hardon through his pants, the still rational part of my brain reminded me of where we were, and I looked around for eyes cast our way. We’re not supposed to want sex, we’re supposed to use it. Xxx No, too fat. Intellectually, I knew how untrue that feeling was, but that feeling didn’t care. It strained against the fabric of his pants so tightly that little was left to my imagination. His cock pressed against everything. I remember looking up at him through the tears, and whatever look was on my face must have been the final straw for him, because with his cock as thick as my arm and slick from teasing my swollen pussy, he finally began to push the big, flared head into me.
