Then his breathing started to change. Within seconds, I felt his cock was getting even bigger in my mouth. If he hadn’t had a firm grip on my head... I probably would have jumped-up and ran away when he let out a howl. He sounded like a wounded animal. And that was when I felt the first blast of something hot and thick filling my gullet. On instinct, I started to swallow. Another sound came out of him, sounding more like a grunt this time, and there was a second blast of the thick, hot. Cortni started to feel bad, and decided to ease up on him."Why stop if it's something you enjoy, and it gets you off!" Wha wha wha what do you mean Cort?" Just like I said, you're not hurting anyone, and it helps get your rocks off, so why stop?" Sensing a trap Mark just looked at her quizzically. "I have a dark side too, and if you'd like me to share it with you, I need more then just your word you're not going to blab to anyone about it!" What is it? What do I have to do for you to tell me?". I quickly reached down and tried to stuff themback into my blouse, but with the fabric torn there was no way I couldkeep them covered up. Even worse was the fact that my breasts werecovered with spaghetti sauce and holding them was like trying to holdtwo greasy water balloons - they kept slipping out of my hands. At first there was a moment of silence in the restaurant and then a buzzof excited conversation as the other diners realized my predicament. Ijust sat there, trying to (unsuccessfully). After a couple of minutes more of his hard cock pumping deep into my cunt, "What are you?" I heard him ask me. I remembered how he liked me to answer him "I'm your fuckin' piece of fuckin' shit whore" I replied back as he then reached up and cupping my face in his hands "What do you like you fuckin' piece of shit whore?" he then asked "I like your fuckin' hard fuckin' cock fuckin' my fuckin' cunt" I remembered to reply and with that he resumed kissing me even harder. For several more minutes we.