Instead, a half naked woman in a black evening gown wasstrapped into the pilot's chair. She released the seatbelt as he steppedin. Paul recognized her...instantly. She was the hottest set of stats in hisdatabase of characters. She was absolutely stacked. Not with thoseoutrageous racks that the others were into, but, instead, he had takenPlayboy stats from centerfolds for the last ten years, averaged them, andembellished the rack, just a little and pulled in the waist, just alittle.He gave her. The second she was free, she was all over me. She threw me on the bed, and climbed on top of me, sliding her pussy along my slowly reawakening cock. “You Bastard!” She screamed at me as she continued to use me for her pleasure. “How could you do that with her?” “You seemed to enjoy it.” I replied calmly. “And it hasn’t stopped you from using my cock to try and get yourself off.” I pointed out. “Fuck you!” She screamed at me. “If you ever do that again, we’re. He was as eager to be in my mouth as I was to have him there. He took control and let me know that he was in charge. I had never had a man talk dirty to me the way he did. His vulgarity really excited me. I made love to his huge penis, my lipstick was all along the length of his huge shaft and on his balls. He had ordered me suck them like the cock-slut that I was. He continued with assorted vulgarities until he gagged me with a huge stream of sperm. He thrust deep into my throat as he shot his. The dancing, besides being an expression of pleasure, about the same as a woman thrashing on the bed while her pussy is being eaten, helped Maggie grind her clit against the edge of the tabletop, bringing her closer to ecstasy with every movement.As Maggie moved closer to cumming, I paused longer between lashes with my belt. Although the whipping would continue, even while she was cumming, once her orgasm passed, it would stop. Usually, I whipped her across her cute, round ass but frequently my.