I could tell her she was getting to like it just a little if she didn’t I really couldn’t give a fuck. All I knew was her pussy was getting tighte... and wetter. I was in heaven. I was yelling Oh you little slut you feel so good. Your so fucking tight. Right then her body started to shake with a powerful orgasm. I just kept fucking that sweet light pussy of hers.I could feel my nuts getting tighter and tighter till I came right at the end of her orgasm. I wiggled my penis around in her. I laid . Some of it was sleeping on the floor; the comforter puddled beneath me didn't do much to disguise the unyielding hardwood beneath it. I suspected I'd have felt the same way if I'd been in my usual location on the sofa; most of the damage had come from straining muscles I didn't even know I had as Stacey had teased me through an unending series of titanic orgasms.My face heated at the memory, which was impressive considering I was a self-professed slut. Perhaps it was because none of the. It makes me crave and desire to kiss it, to feel the softness on my lips and face and make it swell. To feel it harden in your mouth, knowing it’s you that is bringing that glorious manhood pleasure. To hear him sigh as his hard dick reaches the back of your throat, to feel your nose against his abdomen, knowing you have him all the way in... And his scent, you smell his musky, manly scent and it brings you to his most delicate part, his balls. Whether they are hanging and you can clearly see. Pulling away from his inner font of magic, James opened his eyes. "There," he thought, "that ought to do it." Um. Good morning."James looked down and saw that Mark had woken up. "Shit," he cursed inwardly."H-hey," James replied awkwardly."Whatcha doing?" Mark asked, rolling his eyes up toward his brow. James realized he still had his hand on the other man's forehead."Uh, nothing. Just… checking for a fever," James supplied an improvised excuse. "You're good though!" He removed his hand from.