She just heard the french doors close.At the door was a man that I had just met a few weeks earlier at Home Depot. I had invited him to come by someti...e and see my woodworking shop. My Wife had not met him yet. I invited him in to have a seat and asked if he wanted something to drink."I have milk, juice, or water." We don't drink alcoholic beverages.He said, "Just water, Please," as he sat on the short couch. He had not noticed the French doors at the end of the living room.We sat talking for. But she was not here, and so I had to make do with a whore.“Good girl,” I smirked, my words filled with platitudinal overtones. She didn’t speak but I saw her swallow, the constriction of her throat betraying the nerves that right now had no doubt infused her body.“Open,” my command was a simple, single word. But as I approached, the undergraduate let her full lips part and then gasped as I gripped her lustrous, long, unfettered black hair in my fist and held her tightly.It was not a blow job I. Gyna noticed this and winced at him giving him the signal or sign of making love to her.He slowly dropped himself to her completely where the two naked ones started to rumble the earth with their sex gestures and he started to bang her harder than ever which gave both of them a satisfaction for their lives.It was getting colder in the woods with the only light being the moonlight and the stars both Hagga and Gyna were having a good time after a long period of getting to know each other.Since. Moaning, my pussy tightened around his cock, intensifying the sensations even more. Sure enough, as I gripped onto his cock, my sexy bed partner was getting ready to empty his load. I willed him on, telling him to fuck me harder, to split me in two, to let me come over his hard cock. I moaned and made sure he knew how much I wanted his come. We had spoken about him coming over my ass or breasts but the choice didnt come into play as my orgasm shook through us and he gripped my hips and slammed.