“Get the fuck out, find your own fucking ride back!” Not giving a shit about his funky attitude, I mounted the stairs two at a time and just as I ...ounded the corner to the door, I ran smack into… sex in jeans… a walking orgasm. Oh fuck! “Excuse me.” He looked at my shirt before he even said a word, “Is that…?” I knew I looked a mess; my mouth was wet, my hair disheveled, and there were clusters of drying ejaculate all over my t-shirt. I felt like I was playing Monica Lewinsky at a frat party. He forced his tongue deep inside my throat. He squeezed my breasts so tightly that I thought they would pop. “You like it rough you filthy slut?” “Yes Liu, Yes! I love it!” I screamed. I was becoming more aroused by the second as I reached for his pants and went to unzip them. He beat me to the move and took out his cock. I couldn’t suck it fast enough. “That’s it you filthy bitch. This is the only thing you’re good for,” he said as he fucked my mouth. I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer. I started kissing her slowly on her lap, that was her thighs, she was wearing a gray lower and her maroon top which was my favorite since they both stick to her body, & that makes her look very sexy. Slowly I was near her waist kissing her slowly and passionately. She was responding to me by moving her fingers in my hairs. I kept kissing her and moving upwards. Soon my nose touched her boob, but instead of kissing her on her boobs ,I went straight to her neck and started kissing her. It felt so fucking natural as her smooth walls enveloped and shrouded my swollen cock. Helga let me know that she liked my thick cock invading her cunt to its depth. She said my cock was on the verge of making her cum again. She wasn’t shy about making it clear that another orgasm was what she needed.Helga's velvet pussy felt fantastic, squeezing, and massaging my cock. Still, I decided it was time for me to take control. I flipped Helga on her back while making sure my cock didn’t disengage.