A cigarette. I’ve never smoked, but who cared. I put on the jeans, a loose shirt, a coat, the only flat shoes I had, and I sneaked out of the room. ...t the hotel lobby I ordered a pack of the perfumed fags and a matchbox I didn’t even know how to use, but I knew I liked the odor. After a few failed attempts I finally succeed to light one and accept the deadly smoke to keep bothering my used throat. I coughed with fear I’d throw all the sperm up on that cherry wood table. My whole body ached, but. I noticed she had closed her eyes and was starting to relax. So I moved a hand down to her hips and maneuvered her bloomers down to her knees.“I’m going to have to buy you some sexy underwear, these are not good enough to be covering this glorious cunt,” I said as I covered her mound with my hand and let a finger slip into her slit. Just as the night before, she was already soaking wet.I felt her flinch as I said cunt, but she kicked her bloomers away and opened her legs. She may not like the. .." she kissed him, tears coming again. "I've never connected like that before... it's always been just something to do... that was like, like something to be. It was your first at anything, but it was my first time having someone make love to me rather than just fucking." He was silent for a minute, and she lifted herself up to stare at him, and realised his eyes were as wet as hers were."So I didn't do too badly, then?" he finally managed, pushing a laugh out."I cried... me. You were. I was tighter in this position and the extra friction that this position provided soon had you biting your lip to keep from coming too soon. I begged you to go faster, harder, deeper and the words just added fuel to the fire in your balls. You grabbed my hips with both hands and started pumping like a madman. I reached down and caressed your balls with my fingertips as they slapped against me, raking my nails gently against the tightening flesh. You swore and pumped even harder. I could feel.