Jake came to his knees.

You realised he enjoyed this unexpected assertive, dominant behaviour. You were used to missionary, doggy-style and long ramp up sessions, but this was definitely novel and surprising.

As he licked his own cum off your body, you pushed his tongue lower and into your groin till he kept hitting your pussy lips, nibbling your clit. You shouldn't have. You knew it. Yet, you were still in need. You needed relief.

"You want me to, don't you. You realize your nature, with that tiny dick. You want me to get properly fucked, by a real man, with a real cock... and you'll then eat me up, won't you?" You could see his cock harden in the mirror.

"Tell me, Jake. Should I text him? Should I tell him my boyfriend is so tiny he can only please me with his tongue?" You shouldn't have. You knew it. Yet, you were still in need. You needed relief.

"Tell me what you want, Jake. Should I send more pics, should I go and meet him? What do you want me to do?" You pulled his head out of your muff, as he was lapping your juices like a crazed addict.

"Yeah." he croaked.

"Yes what?"

"You should go and meet him."

You couldn't believe this was happening, but you were so excited, and the psychologic ride of stress, excitation, stress and again excitation was so wild you just gave in.

"You do realize his huge cock will stretch me so bad I won"t feel you when I'm back, don't you?"

"Ye-es"... he stuttered.

"This is really how you want it, babe? What if I never enjoy sex with your tiny baby cock?" This was really unfair. Jake was, at worst, a little under average. Yet he seemed to enjoy the situation immensely and he begged you.

"Yes, please. I want to. I don't know why, but this makes me go crazy..."

"Very well, then." you thought.

"Go and pick something to wear for me, then. I'll shower and dress, and I'll fuck his brains out." You shouldn't have. You knew it. Yet, you were still in need. You needed relief.

"Just know, I won't use a condom. Cuckolds like you should eat cum from their girls."