Rather than let this get her down, though, she reminded herself that she was exhausted, so maybe masturbation just wasn't going to feel good. An orgas..., even a disappointing one, combined with the glasses of wine and her fatigue ought to allow her to get a good night's rest at last.But that couldn't have been further from the truth. She had tossed and turned all night before finally, fitfully dozing off hours after she had gone to bed. When her alarm had woke her up she almost felt more tired. Her climax was nearly unbearable in its intensity. He raised up and smiled at her. "Now, my love, is what we both want more than anything. He pulled her all the way onto the bed, parting her legs, and lowered himself to enter her. She felt his cock slowly going inside of her. It felt marvelous. He entered her pushing as deep as he was able, and began to pump in and out of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms were around his shoulders, squeezing and pulling him down to be kissed. "Now you knowwhy I liked your panties. I love dressing too."We talked for a while, he like myself was on business and staying for afew days. "Doing anything later?" he casually asked."Hmm no," I stammered, was I being picked up? "So what's your room number and I'll pop round," he said.I gave him my number want else was I to do he had just given me a glassof very nice wine, mind you the rest of the conversation was a bluruntil we left with him saying he would see me in an hour, "Dress. He inhaled sharply and his cock twitched.“Mmmmm that feels good, you have a nice touch.”He took a step towards me so that his aroused hard cock was right in front of my face.“Go on stroke it a little more you know what you want don’t you faggot”I was in some sort of sexual daze, I slowly ran my hand up and down his cock again, grasping it this time and working his foreskin up and down so that his smooth cock head was hidden for a moment before I drew down the shaft to make it bulge slightly. It.