Sex in a pile of freshly printed money
I feel offended if his eyes are open during a kiss, it makes me feel self-conscious.
Do you sniff your boxers?
I've taken a cock to the face but a hand? I don't think so. What's next, a sleeper hold? Let's stick to spanking my ass and the occasional hair pull okay?
I'm actually writing a story about an incident like this except it was the worst thing that could have ever happened to me at the time. I was a waitress at a restaurant and actually just finished masturbating and stuffed my damp panties into my apron. When I went to take care one of my guests I accidentally spilled his water and instead of pulling out the wash cloth I had in my left pocket, I pulled my panties out on the table. So embarrassing.
I can do it, but it's just like easing into any other orifice of the body, gotta do it slow. I can override my gag reflex if I slowly take it in and then I'm fine. Usually takes a minute or two and then the only time I come up is to breathe.
Yes and no. I love all the grunting and the heavy breathing and groaning, it is so fucking sexy. But not too vocal. Just a dirty line here and there and maybe a long drawn out "fuck" as he cums
"I brought beer."
"I made steak."
"Let's watch football."
"Biggest. Cock. Ever."