It had already started flowing clear cum juice ever since the minute he inserted his thick pole into my dirty asshole.Eventually, he grabbed me by my ...highs and squeezed hard, shoving my body backwards, into his. This caused his penis to go even further into my corridor and after feeling this, I realized his dick had to be pretty big, considering it wasn't even all the way in before.My legs were shaking, I gave in. I was his bitch. And he knew it. He loved every minute of it. And so did. ..Could it really be? Yes....My God I could smell her pheromones. The primal desire within me increased to a boiling point. Suddenly I could taste the warm coppery taste of blood, and I realized that I was biting my lip. I stepped slowly from the shadows moving mere inches at a time. I moved silently like a panther preparing to pounce on his prey. In a sense this was very similar.I was so close now that I could have reached out and touched her. Then I spoke her name. It was a low, rumbling. There was also the fact trumpet practice was held every evening, which became an added gradient on the steep learning curve in becoming a trained armament fitter via the RAF Apprenticeship scheme. I had further calls on my limited time with fatigues, and the never ending tasks of polishing my kit and the floor of the barrack room. After a month or two of attending trumpet practice evenings I threw in the towel; obviously I wasn't the right stuff for an RAF Aircraft Apprentice trumpeter, who at. She swallowed, but couldn’t keep up as my overflow ran down her chin and pooled around my cock. As my climax began to subside, aftershocks of pleasure continued to cause waves of convulsions; I felt almost possessed. I grunted heavily and fought to keep my breath.Jacqui sucked and licked my spent dick as she pulled her lips off of me. With a slurppy plop, my cock fell to one side. I’d cum so hard my breath was ragged and I felt weak all over. Aftershocks continued, and I just lay still, basking.