I removed the cum from Ryans balls yesterday. That was fun. ..

I removed the cum from Ryans balls yesterday. That was fun. I got his cum all over my hand, arm and skirt. I jerked him off in his little office where he works. He was getting all sappy about our relationship and how his marriage was over. He wants me to be with him exclusively. Said he would do anything. I want nothing of the sort. I want to make his dick spew sperm. That's it. I mean, I want to do fun things with him, but for fucks sake, I don't want to sit on the couch and hold hands watching some disgusting love story on the TV. Mostly I just want his dick to pump cum for me. Then he drops the guilt bomb on me. It had no effect. He said he left his family for me. Not only did I tell him not to that is not why he left his wife and kid. He left them because his dick wanted me to do things to it. His dick wanted me all to it's lonesome. While telling him that, I slipped his shorts down and grabbed his almost hard dick. I worked the rim of the head with my fingers, which made him rock solid. I asked him if his wife ever made him cum at the office. He said no. I asked him if his wife ever sucked the cum out of his balls in his car. He said no. I asked him if he had ever pumped a load of sperm into his wife's asshole. I told him you don't need her for that. He has all of that with me. I told him he would continue to have those things "with" me, but the one thing he won't have "is" me. I'm not his to have. His body got all tight, and he was standing on his toes and started pumping his cum. The first one or two strings of jizz hit my skirt. Then, the next 3 or 4 hit my arm and filled my hand. Then he told me he loved me. Then he expanded on that with, "I told my wife I love you." What a dummy. That is going to cost him dearly in divorce court. Even worse, if he gets much more mushy about this crap, I will lose interest, and by the time he gets to divorce court, I'll be in the wind and long gone. I went home, had Scott eat me out, watched him jerk off, fingered myself, and called it a night. Not a bad day.