The grip her pussy had on my cock was increadible and I remember skiping my usual slow start and going straight to full throttle as I tried to wallow ...er out. After working up quite a sweat at full speed I tried to break her out of her shell with some humor about how it was her turn, and was met with some success, getting her to ride me for a while only to have her notice my broken condom when she finally got off. Undeterred, I put another condom on and turned her thin frame over before and. The wind whipped lightly through the air, still sweet with the new scent of summer. I walked with you arm in arm down the street towards the little trattoria. It was the place where we went on our first date a year ago. The canvas roof was a rusted red colour ruffling as the wind curled it. There was a little bell on the glass and wooden door that jingled as you opened it for me. We looked immaculate. Your hair was combed back, fresh from the shower. You smelled masculine and clean at the same. Juices squirted out of her vagina as her fingers continued. She cried out again, only this time, everything stopped. More fluid splattered the bedsheets, coming close to Sam’s foot. She collapsed on her back and smiled.“See, honey,” Heather sucked in a few gasps of breath, “I don’t need you to get off.”Agony wrenched Sam, and he dropped on Will’s cock. The bulbous head split his insides open. He screamed Heather’s name as his ravaged pussy clamped down and milked Will again. His legs weak, his. I swallowed every drop and then watched him pull free, gasping.‘That was beautiful,’ he grunted, ‘You’re beautiful.’‘I never want this to end,’ I panted.The sentiment seemed rational at the time, despite the reality that I would fly back to the UK just a day later.When we returned to the table, Elisabeth was being hit on by a wealthy Parisian businessman. That, and the wine, seemed to have dulled her sense of time. She never asked why we’d been so long. About an hour later she was pleading with.