But then they opened again.“Okay, my master, my husband. I’m okay. Thank you.”It took a while, slowly moving in and out, getting a little deeper...each time until I was fully seated. I could feel the slight additional tightness signalling that I was touching her cervix, and began use longer strokes. She was so tight, and it had been too long for me, so I came far too quickly, but I remained pressing deep in her. When I made to withdraw, her legs and arms wrapped around me, holding me there, and. I opened my eyes now. Her knees knocked against my ribcage as I saw her jerk forward, losing control of the bottle. It smashed on the floor behind the headboard of my bed. She vomited all the wine in her mouth on to my face and pillow and the sound it made was a really strange female orgasmic noise/guttural throat sound/ liquid splashing on fabric /bedsprings creaking combo. Someone needs to record it. Play it in reverse and maybe it will say ‘Paul is Dead’ or something. I came. While my cock. You have a mix of neighborhood guys, truckers, blue collar guys who work in the area, the resident gay population, and a lot of bi guys looking for a quick score before heading home to mama. We finished our beers as a guy who had the look of a recently released state guest entered, and we slid out the side door past him. He took note of my ass as we walked by. As we went to the back of the dark parking lot, my two friends got cozy and nudged me toward a Ford pickup that was parked on the edge. I felt myself I was spent, but I knew I was going to be meeting with my black lover; so the thought reenergized me as I sat up and smoked a cigarette, blowing the smoke toward the ceiling and recalling Jerome had a big enough cock to fill my still wide opened hole. My phone buzzed and Jerome told me he was two blocks far away. I answered him that he already knew the way to the master bedroom...I woke up, just unlocked the front door and came back to the bed. I blindfolded myself and clutched my.