Straightening me along my bunk, Erik entered my moist and inviting pussy. I could feel his eight-inch cock slipping inside me inch by inch until he wa... fully inside. Fucking me slowly at first until my lubrication was entirely spread over his cock, he then started increasing his rhythm. Leaning down onto my breasts resulted in his cock rubbing and stimulating my clitoris from a different angle. Over the next fifteen to twenty minutes, we changed position several times using my favorite. I’d even shaved and taken an enima. Around eleven, realizing date night was off, I stripped the makeup off and crawled into bed. Now in the mirror, I could see my clean, makeup free complexion. My pale, unblemished skin provided a good canvas, showing off my delicately straight nose, huge emerald eyes, and rosy red lips, puffy from sucking Matthew’s cock. Ropes of Matthew’s white spunk lined my face in thin bars, over my lips and across my eyes, down my cheeks, and over my forehead into my. I settled into a walk, feminine, businesslike, but not hurried, just easy, and effortless, without any stress. I covered the four or five blocks in no time and prepared myself. I smiled as the doorman helped me through the revolving door and stepped carefully to the stairs. I walked up as much like a real girl would and started to cross the lobby. I had read about the call girl who had the New York Governor as a client and how she was terrified of tripping and falling in a fancy hotel in her. Tyrone came in and fucked me again; again with the same results. He fucked me in my own marital bed, as my best friend watched us. Maura did more than watch: she fingered herself, with her legs spread open. Tyrone laid me on my back and fed his huge, thick black dick into my aching pussy. I was desperate for him, and my labia opened like a flower for him. As he penetrated me, I lifted my legs, wrapped them around his waist, so he could fuck me deeper. The bastard made me come, just like he did.