Yours to use and to own. Please let me cum. I am your cum-slut, your fuck-toy, OH God PLEASE,” I beg. He seems pleased, knowing he finally owns me, ...ruly owns me, and with that he finishes what he started and I feel my body explode on his cock, followed by the feeling of his cock pumping his cum into my pussy, filling it up, making it his. As I lie there naked, basking in the glow of our recent activities, I take in all of him. Mesmerized by the sight of his cock, I reach out to touch him,. “Will you look at the time? I-95 and the Merritt Parkway will be like a parking lot at this hour.” “Damn, you’re right! How about we have a cocktail? I know a great place twenty minutes west from here and it's happy hour now.” “Good idea, and sounds better than waiting in traffic, let’s go.” While I follow behind her in the quiet of my SUV, I replay our luncheon. Melanie is warm, friendly and engaging and though I consider myself to be a strictly heterosexual woman, I can easily see how any man. I thought of a hundred things I might do. This had become a living daydream. A living daydream that clearly directed as how I should just jam my cock into her, and pound away until I shot my cum into her pregnant womb. God, how I wanted to do that! But just as suddenly, she pushed me away. With the flat of her palms against my chest, she pushed me away from her. Leaving me half-standing, hard cock bobbing, poised at the ready. And her legs splayed… gaping… with her pregnant wet arousal drooling. She was wearing a top that showed her cleavage just slightly with tight jeans. He noticed that she was actually very smart.“What’s your name?” he finally mustered to ask.“Desiree.”“Desiree, huh? That fits. Pretty name,” he said.“Yours?” Desiree said, smiling, bending over with her elbows on the lab table, showing said cleavage.“Shawn,” Shawn caught himself looking at her breasts.She was different. He was different, too, in their own ways.She slowly noticed his “soldier” saluting to her. She.