He was ramming me so hard I could hear his balls were echoing throughout the room. I was in bliss. Usually for me to feel this good during sex its by ...y own hand with the help of my toys, not a man. He was driving into me hard and fast and keeping the same pace as he did all this. I was struggling trying to stand on one foot and enjoy the fucking I was getting at the same time, but I couldn't concentrate on both. I could feel his breath on my face and knew he was enjoying this as much as I was,. He exited the shower, dried off and changed the sheets on his bed and laid down. The details of last night began to haunt him again. Tears running down his cheeks, snot running down his nose, his throat making noises it shouldn't be making. "Deep throating?", he thought. Hands rubbed his head as if to indicate that he could ease up on what he was doing, the person he was sucking off approved of his skills but didn't indicate for him to stop. He put one of his rough black hands around what he. She was firmly in control. It excited him to be dominated, and the lack of air would make his orgasm more intense than he had ever known. How did he get to this position? How was it possible his life would end? He had always been a careful man when choosing his conquests, and this girl seemed no different than others. He had picked her up in his limo and taken her back to his penthouse. Not a lot of girls usually said no. She had eagerly taken the ride. At his penthouse they drank plenty. "Yeah. I miss the days when things used to be so simple." Me too." I said. We talked for a few hours. We laughed and reminisced and talked about our problems and not important things. At about three AM, Chris and I were both tired and ready to go to bed. Chris got up and held out his hand. He helped me up. He held my hand as we walked up to the camp site. We said goodnight to each other and slept in separate tents.A week past with the same boring routine. Chris and I would stay up.