I’ve been sleeping around like this for three years, but I didn’t stop thinking of myself as a slut until recently. I came to terms with my sexual...ty, lost about 15 pounds, and never looked back.” As she finished her story she smiled, then began to disentangle herself from me. I must have looked disappointed, because she felt the need to reassure me.“Oh don’t worry, I’ll give you one more orgasm before I go. Now where was that dildo...” She found it and brought it up to her face, licking it.. Meanwhile she turned back asking if i was okay with a drink. I admitted yes, and she brought 2 beers from the fridge and sat beside me on couch. I was sure she understood my stare all through but she haven’t spoken anything on that instead gave a sheepish smile. I was enjoying the moment with her and we started sipping the drink.Then the topics started and she started thanking me for the help i did to pull her out of depression and made her a successful confident woman in society. I appreciated. ” She pleads. So, Tom straightens back up, takes hold of her by the hips again, pulls out 3 or 4 inches for later and then begins to fucker with long strokes.He starts at a steady pace, but her chute is now well lubricated, and he is sliding in and out with ease, so he quickens it up. With each stroke he is pulling back until just the head remains inside and at this slightly downward angle due to his greater height, the rim of his cockhead is catching her G-Spot on the front of her vulva.As he. She took a shot of the aged whiskey he had poured for her back at his hotel room, coughing a little, not being used to the sting. The stranger approaches her, his dark features smiling before gently taking her glass, setting it down and removing her burgundy overcoat. He then loosens his tie undoing the top collar of the classic, white shirt he’s wearing putting it in the closet, next to the washroom. The room is standard and clean. Grey carpet, green curtains, off white walls and one King.