I smiled as I let him finish inside me. I then began to rock back on his cock, hoping to milk every drop out of him and to be honest, prolong my own p...easure. Jon finally collapsed on top of me, pushing me onto the bed. We layed there together as I heard his breathing and panting in my ear. He was a satisfied man and I had made him that way, I thought. Jon stayed inside until his cock softened and slid out of me, his cum began to leak out also and run out of my hole and down my balls. It was an. To the side of the room was a bar but there were also waiters in black tuxes walking around with a tray of glasses of what Jazzy figured was champagne. She could see on the other side of the room several rooms with little white shingles of yesteryear hanging in front of the rooms announcing what went on in those various rooms. Jazzy snagged a glass from a passing waiter, surveying the scene before her.The women were dressed in formal, semi-formal, and dressy clothes while the men all wore dark. I don’t think so. It seems like something I’d want all for myself.”“But I think I might have bruised your ass,” he said. “How’re you gonna explain that?”Nike stood up and looked over her shoulder, trying to see if he was joking.“I’ll say I fell on my butt.”He appraised her.“He’d believe that? The bruises may or not be handprint shaped.”Nike laughed. “Marco, I don’t ever do this kind of thing. He’d believe I’d been in a plane crash before believing this.”They looked at each other and without. Before the first had even let her out of its grip, a second orgasm rolled over her. Her hand made wet sloshing sounds as she continued to plunge her fingers into her pussy, her girl juices still shooting out, and finally it was over. With the intensity of the orgasms, she blacked out for a bit. *** She woke up again, not even 10 minutes later, still horny and her pussy still wanting more. She reached next to her and grabbed onto the cucumber she had brought with her. She rubbed her pussy.