I made her climax with my mouth several times before I carried to her bed, exhausted.As time went on, our relationship heated up. We did almost everyt...ing but fuck. On occasion we got very close. One time she was straddling me on a kitchen chair. Her skirt was pulled to her waist and she didn't have panties on. I was in my underwear, my cock sticking through the opening. As we kissed, she lifted up and let my cock slip behind her until it was rubbing between her ass cheeks. I was close to. She could even buy a mansion on one of the moons on Qeekan 5. She might even buy herself a title and marry into the local royal family. She could live lazily all her days and just have a good time—have people make her happy for a change. She licked her lips as she imagined the life of luxury she could live.The petite woman in front of her was the key to all her material prosperity. That womb of hers was the symbol of that wealth which had become so dear to her. She still had to play it. I kept going faster and faster until I was pounding him pretty hard, his cock flailing across his stomach. I pushed his legs back further, arching his ass even higher into the air. I could feel my cock rubbing up against the small nub in his ass that I knew could give immense pleasure. His moans grew louder. His cock stopped flailing around as wildly as it grew harder. After a minute or so he came again, but this time more explosively. His cum blasted all over his chest, and some even reached. The man was obviously from Afghanistan dressed in the country's attire, but the woman was white, caucasion, obviously from North America somewhere. She was dressed in a very short skirt and very revealing top. Her makeup was exquisite. She smiled. The man talked to her in his own language and she seemed to understand. She kept smiling. Then she approached him. Jim began to shake."Don't worry sweetie, I'll look after you," she spoke to him as she grabbed his dick firmly. Then she grabbed.