I was sure it wouldn’t make any sense, but I was bemusedly looking forward to seeing her try. I closed my eyes, and listened to her voice.“Three�... two… one… zero. Open your eyes.”The first thing I noticed was that August’s weight was no longer positioned over my groin. Instead she was sitting in the chair next to my bed, fully clothed in her black dress, looking exactly like she did half an hour ago. Surely there hadn’t been time for her to get completely dressed and recomposed without me. You stand up and slide your dick into me, all in one smooth, hard stroke. You pump in and out, making your strokes longer with each thrust. I'm so close again, I try to thrust back faster against you. But you slow down more. "Oh, please," I beg. Instead of moving faster, you continue slowly thrusting at your pace. I can't see you, but I know you've wet your thumb as I feel it against my rosebud. Slowly, you push just the tip in. I slow, too, as I adjust to this new sensation. Soon I'm. Hell that would be a hard one to talk the cop out of. “Sorry officer, but that damn phone was just fucking my pussy!” I redial over and over again until I finally reach the curb outside his house. I haven’t come yet, but I’m as close as you can get without pulling the frickin’ trigger. I drop the phone inside my panties, adjust my dress, grab my phone, keys and purse and rush towards the house. As I hurry up the sidewalk I begin thinking again to myself. We had just spent the whole weekend. Charlotte’s cries grew louder as she fucked herself harder, the sounds of her drenched pussy filling the room with her sensual moans. Tony pumped his cock faster, thinking about how good it would feel to fuck that sweet, tight pussy and lap up all of the juices dripping onto the table. Greedily watching her breasts bounce with each movement, he focused his hand on the tip of his cock, stroking it faster and faster as he thought about cumming on those perfect, perky tits and watching her lick.