....smack.....gulp. Fantastic. He could have gone for awhile, but he almost had a decision element to his orgasm. He got the distinct desire to fill t...is woman's mouth with his seed. He had accomplished so much, so quickly in life. And the same drive that propelled him to accomplish all his other goals filled him at the moment. He grabbed her head, firmly, but not harshly, with one hand, then batted away her hand from his shaft, allowing for the one on his balls to stay, and replaced it with. Comes around seven o'clock. "That night, I was ringing at Helmut's and Michael came to open the door.As usual, he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.He introduced me to Pierre and said with a big smile:"Pierre is also French, like you, and it is for him that we make this meal."Pierre held out his hand to greet me.He looked sporty, had short hair, a friendly smile and spoke perfect German, much better than me.During this excellent meal (Helmut was a very good cook) I learned that Pierre was in. It was mostly open with pillars creating spaces within the openness. Couches and different height tables with mismatched chairs were everywhere. A makeshift bar had been constructed in front of where the kitchen was. The walls had a mix of sorority symbols and pinups of half-naked or scantily clad women. It smelled of boos and urine. “Is this a sorority house?” I asked. “It was,” Zoe replied as Anna came down the stairs with another girl, who had a very scared look on her face. “What happened?”. We carried on with our chat with him fully embedded in me, no hip movement from either of us. The sensation was so fuckin' amazing. I could feel his cock flex in me, his throb… his fullness. I rocked gently back and forth, till neither of us could bear it.I entwined my fingers behind his neck and pulled him forwards, my lips to his ear as I whispered, “Your cock feels wonderful… just so wonderful.”He grabbed my hips and I began to ride him, slowly, building up slowly to a fast ride, an orgasm.