She began to pound me harder and faster. “Are you ready to cum?” she asked me. “God, yes,” I replied, helplessly on the verge of coming. “Go...d, I’m about to cum too,” she replied. “Jerk yourself off baby.” She released my cock and I began to jerk myself. She moaned and grunted as she drove her cock deeper and deeper into the depths of my anus. And then I felt my balls stir. “I’m almost there,” I said. “Hold on baby, just a little bit more,” she said. I tried my best but I couldn’t. Jets of cum. Now there were a lot of guys that I called my regulars, that I could always count on for a fuck. I had different guys that I would call, depending on my mood. If I was looking for good anal fucking and ass-play, I would call Tatoo Dave, because that is pretty much all that he was into, since he had a pretty small cock, and he would not hurt me. I would call another guy if I was looking for a big cock that would cause a little pain when we fucked, and would really fill up my mouth when I. What is that.. A barrel of gasoline?The next thing I know, that "barrel of gasoline" explodes and you're on top of me, pinning me down on the hard wood floor. Our lips are locked like a chastity belt and our tongues are engaged in a wrestling match that would put a prison riot to shame. Our bodies are interlaced to the point where I don't know where mine ends and your begins. The intense passion that has just been ignited within both of us rivals anything we've experienced before this point.. You realise why. She is sweating. She is working really hard to finish and go. You though, get lost in her cleavage and white bra lace. The white softness of her breast wobble gives you a strange thrill. You realise you haven’t had sex with a guy for a few months. You crave touch. Any skin, any hint of normally concealed skin and it has you looking and desiring.It’s just Georgia you try to tell yourself. Nerdy Georgia behind those glasses.“Trudy”, she calls from across the room and she must.