"That's going to make me cum," he moaned.I stopped sucking his cock and removed my hand from his ass all at once."No cumming for you slut boy till I g...t mine," I informed him.I laid back on the bed and told him to get to work. I thought, what a good pussy eater he is, as he munched away on my clit like it was his last meal. The scruff of his goatee made the sensation even more intense. In not much time at all I was cumming all over his face again and again. I pulled his face out of my wet pussy. "Please fuck me."My lover grabbed my legs behind the knees and levered me onto the table. "A perfect fit," he murmured, approaching me with his cock aimed straight at my pussy.I felt the soft tissue of the head bump against my sex. Then, he rubbed it up and down the slit, lubricating it with his saliva and my own juices. He slid it partway inside me, withdrew, and pushed again, this time sliding further. I locked my ankles behind his naked butt and pulled him toward me. He sank his manhood deep. “I want to see it,” she breathed. Her breath was warm and heavy in his face.“Okay,” Ethan said. He lifted her off his lap and set her on the sofa beside him. She squirmed anxiously, staring at the lump in his shorts. Ethan lifted his hips off the cushion to work his shorts down to about his mid-thigh. He came back down on the cushion and his huge cock stood straight up in his lap.“Wow,” Casey whispered. Her eyes were wide open with fascination. They followed the length from the tip all the way. But in Mumbai, there was no “bedroom” action for me for over a year. Obviously young men like me need to relieve themselves. I was working some angle with a colleague of mine (married woman, but with an eye for young trainees I thought) but that was still in the naughtily flirting/texting stage. So over weekends it was often porn movies on my big screen television and me lying on the sofa with my dick in my hand, making myself come a few times. It was ok.As I mentioned, Anita used to live with.