It was the old feeling, the one I remembered from every blowjob I’d ever given before. The feeling of being a dirty slut, of being nothing but a coc...sucker, of being born only for one purpose, so men could have pleasure from me. It thrilled me from head to toe and to the bone, swelling my own cock until I felt like it would burst right there.Finally, when his dick stopped spurting, stopped even dribbling – when I had every last ounce of his cum I was going to get – finally, I swallowed,. My body and Calvin Kleins were well exposed, as was my tiny erection (I was not well endowed), and she sat there with a magnetic blue bra and panties that really excited me.We slowly removed each other’s clothing, relishing the freedom of our bodies, and fondling parts that neither of us had felt for a long time. Her nipples became erect, and I could feel the juices building up in my penis, and a hard-on was at last raising itself after all those years. She lay on the bed, her legs wide apart,. I was so lost in Blondies pheromone cloud I didn't notice Ellie had stopped for a second. She must have gotten some kind of lube from her bag, or maybe she just spit on her hand, but it was that new wetness that brought my attention back to her. Ellie's hand squeezed forward and off my cock, and again. Milking my swollen cock head. My right hand still knuckle deep in Blondie, dragging along the clit, then plunging back in. Moist friction on my knob. My balls began to well up. My left hand crept. ”My eyes lit up, and I said, “Now isn’t that a coincidence, so am I. I’m in room 400. How would you like me to pick you up say around 6 p.m., and take you out to dinner?”She giggled and blurted out, “Well I suppose, but only if it ends in my room, with me as dessert!”I smirked and roared, “Oooooh fuck, I cannot wait for dessert!”That evening we had dinner together and then went back to her room where we had the comforts of a bed. I don’t think either of us slept that night as I wanted to make.