But then, after several minutes of slow fucking driving everyone crazy, she began to speed up. Not fast, but quicker, shallower strokes, accompanied b... high pitched squeals. She was close to an orgasm. When it hit she thrust one time, perhaps hitting her best spot, and held it there, squealing loudly now as she let loose. Her body shook all over. Her arms were no longer able to hold herself up, and she collapsed head first onto Eric. Her hips remained fairly still for a longer time, but. I made my way quietly to the window and crept down to listen in. Our garden was secluded to the neighbours, so there was no chance of them wondering what I was doing, and there was never any need to pull the curtains. The bed was at the opposite end to the window and the head against the far wall. Luckily it was a dark miserable day outside which would help hide me as I peaked in. Paul was lying on the bed, his face looking towards the ceiling, and Karen was sitting on the end of the bed facing. When she couldn’t hold on any more, she dropped her legs to the floor and moved back from me. I still had a raging erection, full of life and a flood of semen dammed up in my balls. Lori led me to the living room then made me watch as she stripped naked. Once she was bare, she started on my shirt. To say she was still turned on was an understatement, she had just had a strong climax but she wanted more and she knew just how to get it. She was purring and twisting her body like a yellow. At nineteen years old, my record wasn't too bad.Sometimes I'd displease him with my work, and he'd punish me. A light spanking followed by rough sex. Sometimes he'd refuse to let me cum. Besides that, the only real punishment of the whole situation was being sore for a couple of days afterwords.But generally...We got along.The lease in my apartment was up, and he invited me to move in with him. No boyfriend title, so no commitment. It'd be easy. I jumped at the chance.The first night I spent in.