“Peter, please. Porn The wet, slippery cum that had dripped out of her pussy was a natural lubricant. Beth was saying nothing. Beth tossed her head to the other side, causing my lip to stretch painfully with her quick movement. We had made love hundreds of times in our life, but having turned her love of me into disgust, it was not something on the top 10 list of activities she wanted to participate in. “Well, do you want me to get graphic?”
Staring at me with an intensity that I remembered while she sat across from me at our divorce mediation, Beth was not going to even remotely acknowledge that I could pose any threat to her. “No, I don’t know what you mean.”
I smiled slightly, letting out a brief chuckle. Stoppp…..”
“Beth, I can feel what’s inside of you…”
I looked down at the tears flowing from her eyes, listening to her sobbing.
