She had one orgasm after another, her pelvis pushed out several times into the air. When she calmed down she took my cock and jammed it into her mouth... I started to fuck her mouth, still in the 69 position. I felt that I was about to cum, so I had to take it out. “Don’t make me pop a cork early.” I told her. I got off of her and took her thighs, pulling them and her pussy towards my hard penis. (I had about 4 inch girth I think). “You ready for this?” I asked. With no hesitation she. I open my mouth stick my tongue out and lick tasting his tip and it’s pre-cum, then I lick down and then up I notice he is completely shaved, did Paul shave for this night too? I am thinking that would be so like Paul to do something like that so I open my mouth and feel the head of his cock enter, oh damn I must be out of it, seems that Paul’s head is smaller than I thought or am I just lost. I begin to bop up and down on hardness and feel him begin to pump into me as I go down. Then he grabs. I eyed him with thoughts of mercenaries and torture flitting through my head, but the bonus money won out. Besides, there was a certain James Bond-ish thrill to the whole idea of going down there.My roommate didn't see it that way when I got back to the apartment. "Colombia? As in drug cartels?!?" He added several pithy comments casting doubt on both my parentage and my sanity, concluding with "Guess I'll see you in the remake of Midnight Express."Over the next week I arranged to put my email. "Look at yourself in the mirror." He lowered his arms and closed the zipper and the belt of the Leather jacket.There I stood, in a cool leather jacket with a muscle god, who was admiring me in the mirror. Suddenly his tattooed right arm went to my crotch. "Look, you're so horny that your cock is already getting wet," he said, pointing at the wet spot in my Judo pants. "Wow! I had not even noticed that tattoo of yours. A muscle god, with a tough looking tattoo. Wonderful!" I said. It was indeed.