A Family Affair
My boyfriend was the controlling type always demanding sexual attention. He was the happiest when he felt control over me, using me, and making me his whore. The truth is I was able to cum at just the thought of being his good little girl even though he, himself, was never able to make me cum like I often yearned to. I knew from the sound of his foot steps coming up the stairs in the evening I would soon be tasting every inch of him as he trained me well. On this particular evening I was...