I slammed my body into her once more. She nearly shrieked and her legs squeezed my body into hers. I could feel the biggest load of my life blasting...out of my cock. I imagined rope after rope of cum erupting from my cock and splattering against the walls of her pussy. I squeezed over and over inside her. I wanted to leave behind every drop of my seed. My breathing returned, and her body relaxed. Both of us were breathing hard. As her legs slumped back to the bed I slowly pulled myself. They were attractive, waving at me enthusiastically, and both stark naked. Naked except both wore trainers which seemed to draw even more attention to their bare skin. She was perhaps in her 40s, slim, dark and petite, I noticed almost u*********sly that her pussy was almost bare and her long hair almost but not quite covered her nipples. He was maybe a little older than her, neither thin nor fat, neither muscular nor underdeveloped - just a normal guy, I'm sure I must have seen his penis as. She shivered as the tip of my tongue slipped out, probing gently. I knew exactly what she needed to hear. “Whore,” I whispered, drawing the word out with a lust-filled breath. She flinched at the accusation and then nodded. I unzipped the fastener on her pleated skirt, letting the silky garment slither to her ankles. I gazed down with approval, admiring the taunt, round curve of her naked ass. The panties spanned between her thighs as she spread her legs. They were sheer black lace with a. He held me gently, but more roughly shoved me further into his bed, making me lay on it as he loomed over me, with his hands holding my wrists down. We looked at each other again, the both of us breathing heavily, before he came back down and we started to make out again. We kissed and kissed as his hands grazed all over my body, including my breasts and my butt. My hands were just too busy clinging to his back as if to tell him to never let go of me. But eventually he did, but only to satisfy.