..yeahhhh....that's it bitch..yeah...” He moaned as my pussy tightened around his cock.My screams, his grunts, the loud thuds of my head hitting aga...nst the headboard, the slapping sounds of his balls against my pussy and the squishy sound of our squeezing and convulsing genitals filled the room, creating a vulgar melody of lust. The smell of sex difused across the room and filed it soon.The windows were closed, the curtains drawn, the air condition wasn't switched on and neither was the. We became deeply involved with each other and tried things I had only read about, some I had no idea what would happen. For the next six months we were rarely apart. Night and day, she would go to the music store during the day and follow me to the music gigs at night. In our free time together it was a constant sexual rollercoaster, almost no fetish was left out.After those amazing six months we had decided to move in together. It was that day, when we were going to make it official at a party. He could feel his erection against the lace panties. His cock moved against the material, rubbing against his skin. He was hard checking in, hard going up the elevator and now, finally, had some privacy. Scot looked in the mirror and he liked what he saw. Red lace thong, just enough coverage in front, although not really enough with a hard on. His erect dick was peeking out the top of the lace, an erotic look. He grabbed his balls through the delicate lace. The feeling of the lace against his. It was a normal Saturday, quiet and nearly empty except for a couple of Grad students studying like crazy in the Reference area. I busied myself with my normal check-in and cataloging activities. About 11am, he walked in. I'd seen him before and we usually chatted pleasantly as he checked out books or browsed the stacks. He was incredibly attractive with dark hair and eyes, square jaw, and broad shoulders. There was an accent detectable when he spoke, but I couldn't place it. I enjoyed.