Her body shook from its core. “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!” Liquid dripped onto Trey’s thighs from Olivia’s quaking body, but he was only focused...on finishing. Olivia’s pussy contracted around his thick penis and it made the vagina feel even tighter. “I’m going to cum soon!” Trey announced. “Fuck yes, Trey!” Olivia was excited through her orgasm, “Fill me up. Make me your little white cum whore.” Trey’s balls tightened and he was in autopilot as his loins took control. Olivia waited for him to fill. He kept moving in and out. Holding her head with his hands. She gagged as the tip of his prick hit the back of her throat. She tried to spit it out but the man held her head in a vice like grip. She could hear both men gasping and swearing. Then both were coming. The man between her tits was squeezing them so them so tightly around his jerking prick they hurt. The man in her mouth was so far down her throat he seemed to be coming directly in her stomach. They both pulled away from her, giving. Trusting his judgment, she touched his arms, the left covered in tattoos of dragons that he brought back from Japan and on his right, scars on his shoulders from Afghanistan. At first, when he returned, he could only stand to be touched by her when he was numbed with liquor. Then the liquor wasn’t even enough so he drank more. And more. And more. He kissed her neck gently, once for each of the months he’d abandoned her at home and while went to the bar to drink to forget. He kissed her. I slid down the bed, moving myself into a spooning position. Moving slowly, I let my legs come up behind hers, ensuring that I could touch her without making it seem like I was coming on top of her, like I was trapping her. And once I settled in behind her, I wrapped my left arm around her a little more tightly while adding again, "I'm here." Just hold me," she repeated.So I did.Even though it was only mid-day, Cassandra and I still fell asleep. Our exhaustion had nothing to do with the time.