“I’m gonna cum!” he shouted. I moaned, only to have it muffled by him stuffing his cock deeper into my mouth as it started spurting his cum int... my throat. Ready for it, I gulped it down like a pro. His thrusts became short and deep as his pumping slowed. His soft sticky cock fell from my mouth as he fell backwards on to his back, covered in sweat. I slid down, resting my head on the bed letting the blood dissipate from my face as I caught my breath. “Fuck, I’m gonna miss this for the next. " "Oh? And who is to say mine is appropriate?" "You could lie and I would never know." "As could you." Silence. She got me, and I had no idea how to reply. I got up and sat next to her, leaning closer than I should, I whispered, "Do you like driving me crazy?" Not quiet whispering, but lowering her voice, she replied, "Does it work?" I stared at her lips, licking my own. I could feel my cock twitch. I looked into her eyes, and time froze. She could do that with her eyes, make me feel cold. I. Well now you got it. You like it, don't you? Pumping your juicy asian ass right on his cock, up and down, up and down as if he owns just your hips and your ass, your rest of the body layed clueless on top of him, your black hair keeps stretching down from the bed, for it is too long and i would have liked it more if someone else pulled her hair away from her head, while she is busy riding his dick with so much sudden burst of intensity that she forgot about her free falling dangling hair from. She genuinely did not feel the urge. She had regained control of her own life. For the first time in over a year she could truly enjoy herself and appreciate being alive. She appreciated being able to see new and exciting things. A deep happiness grew in her soul during the time she spent as a tourist in Europe. Wendy felt the world open up to her during those two weeks. Burnside took a deep interest in Wendy’s thoughts on her experiences as a tourist. At the end of each day they sat together.