She welcomed his entry into her most intimate portal with a mewl of pure passion, which became louder as he slid his fingertip back and forth over the...ridges of her G-spot. Within moments, he induced that tell-tale tingling in her clit. Further stimulation had that tingle growing in area, and soon it permeated every part of her. She began to shake and tremble as her body tensed with the exquisite consummation of her being, her cum blotting out everything else except Ben’s softly stroking. ’Following her across the aisle of the club, the bass music thumps beneath my feet, vibrating through my body. I’m in for a good time.In the toilets, I buff up my hair and use hairspray. I’m slightly embarrassed. At thirty-three, I’ve only been to a nightclub a handful of times. I spent my twenties basically studying and I now spend most it working. If I’m not working, I’m preparing for work. (How tragic is that?)So, tonight, I determine to rid myself of this red cloak of conformity and change. I could feel my heart pounding in my cock. The motel was in a shitty part of town and that made it all the hotter. Small light up cactus in the window was what I was after. There on the second floor, a green erect cactus. The door was left open a crack to let some fresh air in, call me fresh air. I could smell the sweat and odor of man sex was thick in the air. The bottom, Robert, face down on bed, was leaking from the men who'd been there previously. The urge to eat that loaded hole was. Amber was not the most skilled woman that had given me a blow job, but at this pace I wasn’t going to last more than a couple minutes. I let my hand wander to her back and then around to cup her tit. “Unh huh,” she moaned onto my cock. Her signal when she didn’t wish to be fondled, which I respected.She slurped and moaned and kept up the motion and I groaned knowing I was close. Amber was not one to swallow my cum and she read the timing just right and pulled off and cupped the tip of my cock.