I could feel the head of my prick slam the back of her throat with each powerful thrust and this excited me all the more. The feel of my hard, straini...g cock in her mouth awakened a savage hunger in her.I was fucking her face with short, hard strokes by then, and she loved it and wanted more. She took me in as much as she could each time, but she wanted it all.My prick slid in and out of her as the wet, slurping sounds filled our ears. I was breathing hard and pressing her face down so far her. She fell, breaking the surface, and I was momentarily able to get my breath back. As if someone had flushed my brain down my throat, processing anything was impossible. My eyes were barely able to drink in the sight before me, let alone comprehend it. I waited, and watched. She breached on occasion, but only to flip in the cold air and to dive again a second later. I sat there for hours, ignoring the cold and the night and watching her dance under water. After sitting for so long, my eyelids. ‘Does that feel nice too? Answer me now.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Yes, what?’ ‘Yes, it feels nice.’ ‘Does your husband do this to you?’ Rachel was struck dumb by his question. How dare this stranger ask such a thing? Why did he even think she would answer? The light brush across her nipple caused her to flinch and she barely suppressed a gasp. ‘Well, does he?’ ‘No.’ ‘Would you like him to?’ ‘I – I don’t know.’ ‘Hmmm, perhaps he doesn’t know how you…react. Rub your nipple now, but do it softly.’ Rachel’s. .. spurt after spurt of cum hits the back of my throat and all I can hear is the long moans and groans from my now woken boyfriend. I gulp down endless streams of cum. It seems it will never end - and I'm hoping it won't. Eventually, though, it dies down and I throw my head back, swallowing what's left. "Good morning honey, how was your sleep?" "Oh my god, what's happening? Why in the hell did I just wake up in the middle of an orgasm?" "I wanted to give you a morning surprise, sweetie." "And.