Fucks me more and more, thrusting hard inside me, almost like a jackhammer. Our loins clap on each other and yet it is completely hopeless. I will not...come.Resigned, he steers towards his orgasm. Experienced fuckers like him can come when they want. Which is not really a turn on. I don’t even want to think about how many women's bodies his cock must have already seen from the inside.In any case, this guy knows pretty well what it does. Just before it is too late, he pulls the condom from his. "I know you love to wear that G-string." She said. "So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom when you're done drying off."I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string. She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin camisole, garter, nylons and black patent leather pumps. She came over to the edge of the bed where I was sitting, grabbed my balls through the pouch,. The memory of that moment of was stirring me up again, but, no time to waste. I shut off the memory as quickly as I shut off the water. As I stepped from the shower, I heard the door open and saw him standing there, pants pulled on but not buckled, no shirt. He really wasn’t that great looking, but just…sexy. He just exuded sex. His lopsided grin as he looked at me. I pulled the towel across me at which point he exploded with laughter. “Don’t give me that coy act, girlie, after you’ve. . Last week I visited her at her workplace and accidentally saw 2 her pictures where she was with her treadmill totally sweaty and tired. Soon she returned in her office and I said : “ Leslie, you do exercise pretty hard, nice pictures.” She smiled : “ You looked at the board ? “ “ Yes, I did, and I think you deserve a compliment and support. Also sweating is good for your body and you are also super sexy for me all shiny “ . She could not overlook on my pants how aroused I'm. She smiled : “ My.