She sucks and licks till there’s no cum left.He lifts himself off her again, gives one of her tits a final slap and says: “Thanks slut,” as he h...ads for the shower.He winks at me as he passes and asks, “Still hoping to get the whore knocked up? I gave her a heavy squirt.”I nod. “There’s always hope. Thanks Ross.”I stand and nod at Maria, who gathers up her shift as we head for the door, Ross’s cum still drips down her legs.She knows the drill. She dashes into the motel residence for a quick. Then she remembered her mom bought her a business suit at a thrift store, just in case. It was a few years old but a classic style so it should be okay. It was a mid-thigh grey fitted skirt, and matching short jacket with a pale pink blouse. She also had several hold-up stockings in several colors. She even had a pair of open-toe wedges that matched.She figured she needed to iron the clothes, and she didn’t want to wait until the last minute. She left orientation and headed back to her. "Nothing! It was just a joke." Well, it wasn't funny," Gina snapped. "Jeez, you guys... all you ever think about... " She stalked off, muttering to herself."What was that all about?" Cameron asked Sam."Beats me," Sam said. "See you at lunch."As he walked off, Sam wondered if the strange influence he now seemed to have was affecting Gina. It had affected many other girls, like Katarina Miller. Maybe Gina had been thinking about him in that way, and Cameron's joke had hit a nerve. It might. "How does it feel?" The slow progress and my imagination kept my cock rigid."Like I've been stuffed. Like a cramp but a good one." Can I get on top?" I asked.Inga lifted off and we swapped positions."Open your legs," I requested.Inga did as directed. I squirmed my cock forward. It couldn't have been classified as a stroke. She tightened and moaned, her body shaking. I repeated the withdrawal and reentry, but no further than with her on top. This time the muscle clenching was accompanied by a.