I pounded Jenny with only one intention; to make myself come and flood her waiting pussy. I started grunting, in unison to her own moans and groans. S...e started to collapse over the washbasin and I could feel her fluids soak my cock and balls. I had forgotten that this position was one of her deep favourites, the position in which my spongy cock head brushes past her g-spot, making her juices flood out of her and onto the floor. It used to be my favourite too, the one where I would make her. I brushed her puckered anus and she moaned. I reached between her legs and washed all around her pussy lips as she squirmed. I rinsed her pussy real well, so as not to leave any soap residue inside, and started fingering her wet pussy. She bowed her back and I started licking her pussy lips from behind. She leaned against the wall, water flowing down her lovely back and ass, as I continued to lick her pussy and play with my fingers in it. I spun her around with my hands on her hips and started. When I opened my eyes I saw it hadn't been. I waslying in the canopy bed, the vanity with the brass mirror still inthe corner, the large screen television staring down at me from thewall just as I remembered. I frowned. Tossing the covers aside, coolair washed across my nakedness, hardening my nipples. The sensationwas odd but not unpleasant.What plagued me was feeling so cold, much like I had last night. Didthis place even have heat? New Orleans winters could be brutal.Frigid winds off the. She gasped as I pushed both fingers deep inside of her and curled them up, doing almost a “come here motion” with both fingers, rubbing her sensitive G spot. I then slipped my fingers in and out, each time rubbing their entire length along her clitoris, before plunging them back inside her. With all of this stimulation, and her getting my absolute attention, it wasn’t long before Claire was telling me that she was getting close. I felt her pussy start to tighten around my fingers, and watched.