“What does a touchdown feel like?” Marcus drove off in the direction of the bar and laughed at her question. He found himself relaxing as she was...with him, and started talking about the game. Telling her about the high from scoring the first time and doing it again in the third, it all seemed comfortable. They pulled up to the restaurant, which had people lined up far outside the door. Marcus tipped the valet and held the door open for Hadley. As they walked through the cramped space, people. As she started too pee she remembered the most embarrsing part, she had squirted omg he laughed at her n called her a little slut wife because of every time he would shoot his cum up her ass her pussy would gush a torrent of cum n she remembered he shoot his hot thick nasty black cumm in her ass about 8 times and every single time she would squirt back on the elevator floor n on his basketball shorts because she saw the cumm stains when he but her on her knees n rubbed his big ugly bulbous cock. He’s never done a day’s manual labour in his life. Sitting directly behind Kristoff’s left shoulder, in the adjacent booth of the restaurant facing Clarissa, is the mark for the evening. He’s dressed in a similar fashion to Kristoff albeit without the leonine grace and ease that Kristoff wears it. His suit is rumpled and dark blue showing signs it’s been worn all day. He’s not a bad looking guy, Clarissa guesses he’s in his early forties and taking care of himself. Short dark hair, neatly. I rubbed my clot and felt jolts of electricity go up my spine. I knew I was getting closer has my breathing got sharper and quicker, and then I thought to how he so wanted to please me the night before, and I felt a powerful orgasm hit, that made me tingle and vibrate with pleasure. ———————————————— As I pulled up to her house I was really excited and ready to be with Sam. I knocked and she cam out in an amazingly tight pair of jeans that made her ass just pop, and a tight black t-shirt. As we.