Women, Elena believed, appealed to men in direct proportion to their vacuousness. The male had an overwhelming compulsion to teach, to mold what he regarded as "the weaker sex.

God creates monsters. Women encourage them."
"That sounds like a tract by Nancy O'Brien. Although I agree. Men are pigs."
"Natalie, darling, sometimes so are women.

Have you ever done it in a sauna" Marina asked. "It's even more exciting when it's hot."

"And more debilitating, I'll bet." He laughed. "Thank God we haven't got time to warm it up. It takes an hour to reach two hundred degrees."

He pulled his stiffened cock from her mouth. "I'm there already, baby.

Since when do you have to go home to suck cock?" asked David.

Gasping, screaming, rocking sideways and back and forth, she came. She kept his prick inside her until she felt yet another surge of his fuck. She came. He had come three times, she twice. And Marina wanted to come again.

Men are actually the weaker sex.