..Ik kreunde zachtjes in mezelf. Niet van genot, maar meestal als mijn vriendin Inge zich zo uitslooft heeft ze zin in een romantisch avondje. En hoew...l dat vaak afgesloten wordt door seks, was ik op dit moment alles behalve in de stemming, en ik wist al helemaal niet of ik de energie ervoor zou hebben.Maar toen ik door liep naar de keuken, om haar in elk geval even hallo te zeggen, en me te verontschuldigen, hapte ik even naar adem. Soms ontvangt ze me dan in een stijlvolle avondjurk, of ooit. Her entire body was sweaty after the fifteen minute ride in the trunk, her hair plastered to her forehead. She groaned in relief as she stepped into the shop.It was a well-lit store set in a strip mall, its front windows tinted dark so people on the street couldn't see. It catered more towards women, with a huge collection of sex toys and naughty outfits that dominated the bulk of the store. In the back were crammed the pornos, both magazines and DVD's. It wasn't seedy like older sex shops that. "I want you to fuck my little pussy with that big fucking cock of yours!" Bill moaned, " what a good little slut!" He positioned his big cock at Sloan's pussy opening. He rubbed his swollen head against her clit. After a few seconds of teasing, Bill plunged the helmet of his meaty cock into Sloan's eager pussy! Just the first few inches were more than anything Sloan had ever felt before! She came all over Bill's huge cock instantly. You heard Sloan moan loudly as Bill pushed more of his monster. I thought he would touch my cock still hard and throbbing. But he didn’t, he pulled away as if nothing had happened and turned towards his urinal. He cleared his throat like he was going to spit but didn’t. I heard him grunt and groan, forcing his piss past whatever valve we have inside of us and then I heard his piss hit the porcelain and knew this was over. He stood there ignoring me as if I was nothing more than some tree or fence post that he shot his cum on.Just like the recordings I had.