Whenever I sensed that his arousal might be buildingtoward eventual orgasm I stayed on him but stopped allmotion. When he started thrusting his hips u...ward inexcitement, I opened my mouth wide, lifting my lips offhim, to remove the friction he eagerly sought. Thatcooled his ardor. When he settled down I returned toslow, deep sucking.Finally he propped himself on one elbow and said, “I’vegot stuff to do.” I looked at my watch and noted that 45 minutes hadpassed.. At the end of the hour, Daniela returned, accompanied by Sofia, Marci, and Penelope. She paired me with Ma rci, Zoe with Sofia, and Kristina with Penny. I followed Marci, dressed in a short tight skirt and a blouse with ruffles down the front, upstairs and into the bedroom she shared with Veronica, who was elsewhere. The small room was rather crowded. One wall backed a long desk with two chairs and laptops, drawers and scattered papers and books. Across the room were two vanities with lighted. In between each shot of my goo that splattered into the pool below me a trail of clear jizz connected my cumhole to the growing mess on the floor. I was delirious as his flesh-cannonball squeezed my juices out with every one of its quaking pulsations and so relieved it wasn’t growing any bigger. My insides were draining from me as I was compelled by force to unrelentingly keep squirting, the blips and blobs of my protein connecting King and I by the spider webs of boy-syrup clinging to our legs. 5’3′, with dark curly hair, more curvy then tall and willowy, I didn’t look like I spent most of my free time hanging out under a car or taking apart an engine. I usually just pulled my long curly hair back into a sloppy bun or ponytail, because unless I spent a good hour working product through it and styling it, it ended up looking more like a hot mess then anything remotely attractive. I rarely wore make up, and you were more likely to find me in shorts and a wife beater then a dress and.