My hand reached behind me and slid his shaft back into my now loose boy pussy. I started to sway slowly on top of him, rocking back and forth. I bit m... lip and looked into his eyes, trying to look like the sexiest cock slut I could. I rode him like my life depended on it, all the while my hands exploring his muscular chest and shoulders for support. After what must have been 10 minutes, he grabbed my neck and pulled me down towards him for a long, deep kiss. This drove me over the edge and I. . driver?" Great double entendre, again, for a young woman. I invited her in. She must have had another drink or two because the odor was pretty strong. I asked why she wasn't in her room, and she said, "You were so nice to me, I had to do something nice for you. Can I at least thank you with a drink?"Now, I'm not a drinker. Maybe a glass of wine with dinner. Out of courtesy, I said, "Sure - as long as you're buying, I'm pouring!" I placed her "bar" on the wet bar in my suite and invited her to. A dick’s head smearing substances at the entrance made me realize things were getting serious and had nothing to do with a little finger play, which with a bit of good will I actually learnt to find appealing. ‘Last wish?’ I yelped. ‘Yes?’ ‘A kiss?’ ‘No.’ Without an overwhelming care or attention the tool sinking in my fold ripped it in two. I screamed like wild. Okay – you want fight – you get it. I don’t care if anyone hears me and comes here for the rescue. He twisted my hair around his. From above, I couldn't see much but her boobs. They were at least a C cup, was my best guess. "Mmm. It's so big, Patrick," she looked me in the eyes again and it felt like there were a million butterflies in my stomach, all about to burst through it."So are your tits," I murmured, nervous as hell to say it."What was that?" Your boobs... they're big too." She giggled - loving me tell her that."So you didn't answer my question before... do you like them?" Yeah." I was definitely becoming more.