He often felt like a first time customer to one of the whores in the rooms surrounding them – like he was going to cum in a matter of seconds. Plac...ng one last kiss on her lips, he quickly dropped to his knees and pulled up the hem of her dress, ducking under and fulfilling that image that had quickly flashed in his mind when he’d slapped her ass earlier. Her legs widened slightly and allowed him a perfect view of her uncovered sex. She hadn’t worn the hindering under garments that he often. ’ Mina went to the back room and grabbed her purse. Calling out a good-bye to Greg, she headed for her car. She had to laugh to herself, Greg was a friend from school, big, burly, muscular, a deep voice that sent women’s hearts aflutter, and ice blue eyes that had the ability to melt a glacier. But he was a gentle giant. He appreciated classical music, rarely watched football, and he moonlighted at her floral shop for extra cash. He enjoyed his part time work, but Mina couldn’t help but smile. He skillfully plumbed the depths of my often used openings, making me feel like it was the first time. Each time he filled me with his warm seed I shivered in ecstasy at the feeling. All of the men who had filled me with their gallons of cum over the last few months had done so while fucking me, but this felt more like the term “making love”. Twice he came in me that night and we both fell asleep after the second time. The next morning we showered together and I sucked his cock and then let. He pondered even turning around as if he never had arrived but he'd gone too far to turn back now - he had to face her.Mike, a frazzled mess made his way towards the stairs - each step feeling like a mountainous climb as each moan shot through his ears almost in sync with the racing of his own heart. Stopping to collect himself at the top step - he had realized they hadn't even bothered to shut the door. Her screams intertwined with his groans, the incessant dirty talk back and forth sounded.