Her expression was so serious and she studied my face like she was trying to memorize it. I began moving in slightly harder pressing against her moun... at the end of each stroke.Her hips began rising to meet mine so I matched her by picking up the pace. My plan was for her to cum again but all too soon I was pounding away again but not because she was close. I lost control and thrust into her feeling my manhood empty itself as I buried my shaft in her as deeply as I could.We slowed and then. And even if she wasn't, she might be tired and not really ready to have this kind of a conversation.But Mindy was so determined to call Sandy. She had to do it. She picked up the phone and, once again, reached the final number. Should she press it?Maybe it would be better to wait until tomorrow. Maybe now that she had a plan, she should sleep on it; see if it still felt like the right approach in the morning.But then she'd have to spend another whole day at work agonizing over everything. No,. “I’m going to come,” he gasped, “I’m… I’m… oh shit yes, yes… ohhh, yes.”Clutching my hips in a vice-like grip, he ejaculated deep inside my ass, his body convulsing with the pleasure of it.“Oh fuck that’s good,” he panted, his body rigid. He tensed again, shooting out another load before withdrawing his dripping cock and dropping to his knees, spent. “Told you I’d make you scream,” I heard him snicker.I giggled and tried to move, but my lover wasn’t done with me. My throat dried as his soft. The fact that a request to extract a television reporter had crossed his desk was sauce for the goose, as far as the delighted Tribune William Whitefeather was concerned."Well," Sandy was explaining, "despite what everyone has seen and heard, they're still not terribly clear about what actually goes on at an extraction. So I'm hoping to cover one and report on it."William gave her as pleasant a smile as possible and considered his options. "You realize, of course, that means you would be.