When I reached home, I took my cheating girlfriend inside and slammed the door. She got frightened by the noise of the door slamming so loudly. When w... were inside, I released her hand and was walking to and fro in the room with full of anger.My girlfriend kept on begging for forgiveness. The more she begged, the more angry I got. I punched the wall in anger. Seeing that she said, “Please don’t hurt yourself, it’s my fault. I will do anything you say, please don’t hurt yourself”.“Why do you. He was maybe three years older than me, then again maybe not. He told stories about college, so if he had finished, he started business at twenty-two just like me. Unlike me, he seemed to have been building his business for at least three years.While he was working to get his business off the ground, I had been in the two year tech school. So we might be about the same age. It had gotten on toward the end of dinner when he mentioned that he had been married, but was no longer. According to his. I won't say that it was leisurely, though.She washed mine and I washed hers and she washed mine and I washed hers, etc., etc., etc. For those who have not had the experience, I guess I should point out that it takes a little time for lubrication to accumulate in a well washed pussy and on a well washed cock. But we both spent the time necessary to remedy the situation. Thank God, but, also thank the Organization, for us not needing much sleep!We were so recovered by the next morning that we. "He grabbed my hips harder and started fucking me faster. It hurt to the point I wanted him to stop but at the same time I wanted him to keep fucking me."Fuck man, your hole is so fucking perfect. Fuck." His voice was a deep masculine whisper of intensity.He continued to pound my ass. Fucking me deep. I could feel his breathing increase. He continued to moan and the pitch of his voice was filled with a depth of pleasure and vulnerability that drove me crazy."Fuck man... fuck man. Fuck, I'm.