.As consciousness left her, she slumped forward onto his chest, her pussy squeezing harder than he had ever felt before. He was afraid to move his dic... within her for fear of tearing something inside her and maybe even hurting himself. The world swam about him as the last of his semen pumped into her, making an audible sound as it was forced out of her overfilled tunnel to mat their groins. He didn't know what had gotten into the now unconscious woman lying on his chest, but he darn sure liked. Peter's, not Hugo's. Peter. Hugo's Peter. Hugo's dick. Dong, schlong, cock, meat, pecker, cum-hose... "Stop it!" she shouted, slapping herself. The sting helped, if only briefly. What's making me act like this? I ... I'm like an animal, an animal in heat. Pheromones? Did he buy pheromones online, like from the spam emails they send me because they don't know I'm a chick? Whatever it is, it's working. She felt a mixture of relief and profound sadness, knowing that Hugo's big eight-inch penis was. I tried to reach for him, but could not. I wanted to feel the hardness in my hand. I wanted his taste in my mouth. Deeper and harder he thrust his fingers passionately in me. Then, the knock at the door shattered the moment. ‘We will finish this later,’ he promised, kissing me deeply. I quickly tried to regain my composure as Pedro and Jorge came in with several large boxes and power tools. Alex stalled them for a few minutes as I quickly replaced the vibrator back into the computer bag. They. She would alwaysleave me at the end of the night with a soft kiss on my barrenforehead. I longed for a day when I could kiss her pert lips, herperky upturned breasts, her firm little bottom or her red trimmedlove nest instead. As usual I ventured home with empty pockets, a raging hard-on, andof course, alone. The next day Friday, I always had trouble draggingmy sorry ass into work for eight o'clock. The bags under my eyes wereextra dark and I wouldn't bother shaving. I never called in sick,.