This went on for minutes, or hours. I knew it was hopeless, and so I did not try again. Porn All this, coupled with the threat of exposing my incident to my family, brought me back the following evening. I lay there defeated, tears running down my face, unable to protest or ask anyone for help. I still remember the salty bitter taste of my own cum as it filled my mouth, the excess spilling over my lips and cheeks. This went on for minutes, or hours. “Breathe” he said as he began to apply pressure. Had it not been for Paul, I imagine I would still be having boring sex and not be the open minded individual I am today. This went on for minutes, or hours.
