It's been a very dry year for My boy, and that's exactly how it should be. He now has another eight days of denial under his belt, and I'm working toward double-digit misery ... that magical 14-day mark where it tips from sexy-scary to scary-scary when he realizes: She's never letting me cum. She's never setting me free. She's never letting up.

I sit on his face like I used to years ago, before I started passing him out. The smother starts out first in panties, a tank, and a cardigan. I take it off little by little -- with some help from My boy -- until I'm in nothing but thin gree... Show more