"I'm sorry! Are you ok?"She nodded her head as she recovered her breath. Then she looked up at me, with a naughty look in her eye, opened her mouth ...ide so I could see all the white goo in there, and swallowed it with a loud gulp. As she moved back up on the couch next to me, she said, "Well, I won't make that mistake again."I must have looked crestfallen, because she giggled and quickly said, "No, silly! I just mean I won't gag next time."She smiled that naughty smile again and said,. It was 10:00 before I knew it, so I paid my tab and walked the 2 blocked to the Marriott. I picked up the note that my wife left for me. In the envelop was the card key and a piece of paper with the perfect imprint of her lipstick-covered kiss. I took a seat at the lobby bar, facing the row of elevators and held a newspaper close by, incase I needed it to protect my identity. It was 10:20pm.At 10:45, I got a text:Her:He's cleaning up. Seems surprised that I want to linger here."Me:"Are you as I. Leaving the store, I got out my street map to plot a route to avoid the lower lying areas. Finally deciding on a plan, I headed out. There was only one stretch of the route I worried about, having several relatively low areas between high, steep hills. The first part of the trip went smoothly, I made it through some minor street flooding, then turned south to make the run towards Valencia road.The first few low areas had only a foot or so of water, and I passed through them easily. I came up on. Lost to any sense of her surroundings, conscious only of the increased vigour in the brutal thrusts pounding from behind into the remotest parts of her virginal rectum, and the naked loins crushing up tighter and tighter into her passion contorted face. She sensed that cock that was poling stiffly into her mouth and throat tensing in forceful trembling spasms, and the hand behind her head gripping harder. His hairy pelvis closed in on her until she was certain he was trying to drive his cock.