Jeff, here, he’s about perfect sized for me, but guys can be too big or too small. Too big and it’ll hurt when they stretch you out. Too small and...there won’t be enough there to enjoy it.”Shelly glanced at Jeff, then her eyes darted down to the front of his shorts.“My favorite moment is that first thrust. If you’re wet and ready, there’s an empty ache that being filled completely satisfies. Sometimes I just want to hold him there and experience being full. Knowing a guy is deep inside me...”. She then told me her husband was headed over to the hotel across the street to get a room and that we’d split the cost. He would be in the room and call her with the room number then her and I would head over.The call came and we headed over. I remember making out with her in the elevator and putting my hand on her ass as we walked to the room. Her hubby met us at the door. She slipped into the bathroom to freshen up a bit, as I recall she smoked and wanted to brush her teeth. While we waited. I straddled both of his legs, while he sat, in order to keep from dropping to the floor as my knees grew weak. My dick was rock hard and dripping like a faucet. I moaned as I took him as deep as I could into me. Large men with a little belly bulge seem to hide a lot of cock in there somewhere. It felt as if my intestines were being pushed into my stomach by a nine inch fuck-stick. "God dammit!", I moaned... "Fuck that boi-twat, daddy." "Shove that pony dick into your little slut's pussy." I. We all had floor-to-ceiling curtains but rarely bothered to pull them, especially during business hours. Christina walked in as I was running a job on the press. She sauntered over and wrapped both arms around me as we kissed enthusiastically. Christina pulled away, saying, "I really have to pee. I'll be right back," as she headed toward the bathroom. Just before she disappeared inside, she asked, "How much longer on the job?" About ten minutes, why?" I suggest that you either speed up or.