“OOOOOHHHH, OOOOOOOHHHH, OOOOOOOHHHH, OOOOOOOHHHHH!” Again and again as he held her and continued to fuck her stroke after stroke after stroke. ...he couldn’t stop cumming. Over and over her orgasm kept going. As he kept his pace, stroke after stroke. “Pleeea, pleea…please…sto…stop…please sto…please stop,” she gasped as she felt her legs getting weaker. Suddenly his pace began to slow, and within a few more strokes he stopped altogether. As they stood there, his hands still holding her in. “Please, mister, don’t do that no more,” she begged me.“Strip and shower, don’t close the curtain, I’m going to watch,” I said. “Don’t make me hit you with juice in that shower. You really don’t want that, bitch.”She took off the sleeveless t and then stripped out of the tight cutoffs. She wore no bra, no panties, she started to cover herself, but a stern look from me and she knew better. Her dark skin glistened from the perspiration of her recent exertions. Her pert tiny tits were perfect. Finally, the dark silence drove him to ask, "Are you OK Yvonne?" It was the closest he could come to asking the direct questions."Oh yes." She sounded very sure of her answer.Another step closer and another strange rustle from her vicinity, until it was obvious she was standing directly next to his bed. From this distance, Gregory could hear her heavy anxious breathing, deafening in his small room. He could even smell the sweet smell of her favourite perfume - she must have applied it. Her grin told me she knew exactly what she was doing.I had to sit down because she caused an immediate reaction in my shorts! I couldn't even get up to go get myself a beer until things settle down if you know what I mean.My wife was oblivious when she came back in and the two of them kept talking like old friends. Once my body cooled off, I beat a hasty retreat and grabbed a beer, and sat on my balcony, looking at my phone which could have been upside down and turned-off for all the attention.