- Missy… – he smiled affectionately, although he was already taking off his remaining clothes, leaving himself completely naked, with his long and thick cock erected before her – The only person who can find out what that pretty little pussy likes… – he closed the fist around his own erection, starting to masturbate slowly, while she watched him, mesmerized - It's you. So don't be afraid to experiment, love. You love science, don't you? Think of it as a science experiment, so if it makes you feel more confident. – Logan suggested, but there was no mockery in her tone, just understanding-To discover or prove something, you must first theorize and then test it, right? -Yes...-she laughed, embarrassed, swallowing the accumulated saliva in her mouth as she watched him touch himself, as he wanted her to do. - Well, then here is our laboratory. - he ran his eyes hungry and dark with desire all over her naked body, stretched out on the bed - And the only way to find out what makes that hot
Wanting both, she sucked him harder into her mouth, reaching her exhausted hands to caress the rest of the huge cock she couldn't swallow and gently squeeze the balls, which felt sore from being so heavy. It didn't take many touches for her to feel him flicker over her tongue and begin to come in long, hot spurts into her mouth. Her cum was thick and bitter, and as that thick cream rolled down her throat, she decided she liked the taste. They both moaned together as it continued to flow through her greedy mouth, until, feeling like she was about to choke, Missy withdrew it from between her lips, allowing a few thick spurts to spill over her face, before aiming the tip of her mouth. his cock pulsing down to her breasts, stroking to encourage him to continue to come abundantly, enjoying the feel of thick, creamy cum running down her face and breasts, marking her with white. - Missy… - Logan finally took a deep breath, the jets of cum finally becoming thinner as his orgasm ended and he h
There was no need to be so nervous. After all, she and Logan had dated before. And everything had been absolutely perfect. Perhaps the nervousness was just stemming from the rest of the tension she'd built up after her first therapy session that day. It had been good, but also bad at the same time. There were still a plethora of important aspects to mention – especially the issue of revenge – but that day, she and the therapist had spent a solid two hours talking about the incident and how it had brought up very old insecurities in her that, Missy had to admit, they had been with her for a long time. That feeling of insufficiency and insignificance had not been born on the night of the party, but had certainly been strengthened. And, as the therapist had told her, only she could fight those feelings. There were no magic formulas to cure it, just daily battles and a slow and gradual acceptance. With a sigh, struggling to be positive and thinking that both her therapy and the revenge p
- How dare you talk about my son like that? – Lauren raged, her voice so loud that her ear almost hurt – He deserved someone much better than you: prettier, more refined and more educated! But even so, he's done me the favor of putting up with dating you, and even after you've bruised his poor little nose, Liam is still willing to give you a chance, after I've talked it over with him. How can you be willing to throw all that away?! He's the best catch a bland girl like you could ever get! – she roared, furious – How can you be stupid enough to think that he really wouldn't look for something better at some point? It was almost his right, since you weren't able to make him happy! How could you not realize that it was you who caused him to have to look elsewhere for what he would never have with you? - This is not true! – Missy sobbed, now in tears, insistently trying to defend herself from those horrible words, which were being like knives in her already broken heart – I wasn't the cau
And all that time, Logan just held her tight, in total silence, never disturbing her or trying to urge her to stop crying. He just continued right there, beside her, like he'd promised. And it was mostly that gesture that gave her the strength not to allow herself to fall into that sea of anguish again. Because if there was one thing Lauren Newton lied about during that phone call, it was about all men being like her son. Liam never cared for her for a second, Missy knew now. He would never be able to wipe her tears or respect and expect her to recover in her own time. He would go in search of something to amuse him, instead of staying by her side. It was almost sad that Lauren didn't know men like Logan existed. A gentle, kind, considerate, sincere man... And that he would never do anything to break her heart. So, after several minutes of struggling to compose herself, she was finally able to speak, even though her voice was hoarse from crying. -Sorry...-Missy sniffed, a little
He had insisted that she put on pajamas, as she had said she liked. I mean, first he'd complimented her on her dress, told her she looked beautiful, and only then had he suggested it, in case she wanted to get more comfortable. It was somewhat of a tradition to be in your pajamas on Sutton game nights, so Missy had no problem agreeing. At least not until opening the drawers where she kept the hoodies she'd been wearing to sleep lately found them empty. That's when it dawned on her: they were all in the pile of dirty clothes she'd put in the washing machine minutes before she started getting ready for her date with Logan. Which meant she had no choice but to wear her real favorite pajamas, the same ones that were currently piled in the back of her last drawer, so her eyes wouldn't find them so easily. Because they all had some kind of print or themed figure: Sailor Moon, Disney, Star Wars... There wasn't even one that didn't remind her of her way of being and how... Most people judged
-Hmmm… – Missy looked away to her hands, which were nervously twisting in her lap, not quite knowing how to explain that without looking like a fool – Well, yes. You know... It was one of my dad's favorite movies. He was the one who started this tradition of taking some family time just to talk, eat popcorn and have fun, at least once a month. After… he was gone… – she swallowed – Megan and I decided that we would never let game nights die. That way... We could keep a part of him alive too. – Missy looked at her cell phone screen with a sad smile – And the Indiana Jones trilogy was one of his favorites. When I watch it, it doesn't just entertain me, you know? It seems... It seems that his memories become more vivid. – she admitted, still focused only on her hands – I know it doesn't make sense, but… Sometimes, as the movie goes by, everything looks so much the same as when I was a child and he hugged us… That I almost feel like he was still on my side. As if my memories of him had come
- Missy. – he interrupted her again, this time framing her face between his hands, to make her face him – Stop worrying about what I'm going to like or not. I wasn't just being nice when I said I wanted this night to be about you and what you like. It is the truth. I want you to introduce me to the things you love. And I want to see you smile while you do that. The intensity in his gaze disconcerted her, and hungrily she searched her memory to some game that could act as an intermediary between something she liked to do and something that maybe Logan already knew... - Do you know how to play poker? she asked suddenly, which seemed to surprise Logan. - Uh... Yes, I know – his eyebrows furrowed – Do you know? I confess that this was not what I expected. He laughed softly. - It's one of the games Megan and I have known since we were babies. – she explained, feeling the excitement of being able to tell him about it wash over her – My grandmother just loved it. We used to play for hours