She gripped it hotly, wanting him to get hard again; wanting to be fucked a third time.But Justin had satiated his appetites and didn't want to push a...good thing. He had one more ace up his sleeve though, for no sooner had he removed his cock with a loud and resounding squish, when he eased her back onto the floor and swiveled around like a monkey in a cage.Pam didn't have to be told what to do after that. Justin straddled her body and immediately plunged his face down between her legs, wanting. When I let her go and pulled my cock out, her head dropped to her chest limply.I got on the floor between her legs and pulled her towards me by the hips. I lined up my cock and slid it, up and down, between her thick, swollen pussy lips. Her fuzzy brown hair parted with her lips, glistening with juice, as I ran the swollen head up and down. I put it against her wet hole and pushed my cock into her velvety opening.Fuck, her pussy was like a silk oven.She moaned as I stroked into her, my thick. Extravagance was on his mind. The building was certainly a big one. Having the space pleased him, pleased his need for room to think. The one thing it hadn't accomplished was to make him happy, or happier.Scott dried his hair with a towel and pulled on a pair of loose running shorts. Maybe that assessment wasn't completely accurate. Things could make you happy, at least temporarily. Like the radiant heating in the flooring, the warm floor made his bare feet very happy.He jogged down the stairs. I won't hurt you." I realized I must look fearful, black pants and shirt, black leather gloves and runners, and a duffel bag under an arm. One of her dainty hands came up and wiped a cheek dry. "I'm sorry for everything... I will leave now..."I stepped back one pace then froze upon hearing her voice. "Don't go!" A voice filled with desperation and surprise. Yet surprisingly still no fear. I would have still turned tail and run if not for those two words. Why would she ask me to stay? Were the.