”“I like that challenge,” I tell her. “Do you think you’ll be up for it?”“I do.” I take hold of her shoulders and pull her toward me...as I resume fucking her for a moment. In an immediate response, she resumes her potently erotic vocalization. Slamming my hard shaft into her over and over, I grab her by her bright ponytail, pulling her toward me by the neck. She’s curling her spine and stretching herself to come to me. I am so turned on right now. She is so close. Yes… She’s cumming on. Her need? His longing? It didn't matter, they were rushing towards another climax together. When hers came, with that same open mouthed gurgled 'Oh', Harry wasn't far behind, and he pushed hard against her cervix, to ensure whatever fluid he had left flooded into her.And the exquisite moment was over. At the bedroom door she stood, naked, and kissed him on the lips. No names were exchanged, no offer of a return. As he closed the door behind him, he heard her final whisper, "I won't forget that. My cock was hard. I went to the lift and went to the third floor. I wasn't sure whether I would go to his room or not. My room was two floors below!! I looked for his room and saw it near the end of the corridor. I stopped outside really unsure whether to knock. He must have been looking out because he opened the door."Glad you came" He said. He had taken his trousers off and was standing in the doorway in a shirt only. I now knew what was on his mind. The reaction of my cock proved I was up. I have not let Hel see what I have bought yet, it will be a surprise fashion show when we get home, but the infamous black and pink store bags betray the contents. Hel spontaneously kisses my cheek as we walk through the park, his arm wrapping around my waist to hold me closer. It is a cool November day with the chill of autumn making its’ presence known. Once we reach the apartment, we strip off the scarves and coats; I tug off my knee-high boots and pad into the kitchen. Hel follows me with.