At least that sound came from her throat. Her eyes were closed. It wasn't a purr, but I suddenly knew what authors meant, when they said a character p...rred something.It wasn't until she'd scooted forward and back half a dozen more times that I realized what she was doing. I'd never had sex, but I'd read about it a lot. I'd never touched a clitoris, but I knew they existed, and where hers was. It was what was rubbing the base of my cock as she moved.She gave this sobbing little whimper and. "Was that a real orgasm?" he asked me while I caught my breath. I looked up at the camera. "Yes." "You could fool me if you faked it, you know," Andrew said. "I never fake it. That's why I'm so fucking poor." He laughed openly at that. I decided that I should just stick to the script. "Is there anything else I can do for you tonight, Andrew?" "I was serious when I said that I wanted to fuck you. Can we meet?" "I'm sorry. I don't do that." "Not even for a hefty overpayment?" That was an. " I'll head back then. I will be there in about fifteen minutes, Ok?" See you then, Martin."I smiled to myself and hung up the phone. I started walking towards the apartment and I made sure that I was not in a hurry. Twenty minutes later, I opened up my Volvo and grabbed the suitcase and the groceries. Some of the vegetables seemed to have been damaged by the cold but that didn't feel important.I headed up to the apartment and as I entered, I saw both Sandra and Jessica sitting on the living. He watches me as he continues to push his hips forward. My mouth forming an "o" and not making a sound as I feel him enter me, stretching me as my pussy hugs his shaft tight. Little by little he keeps moving in, our eyes never wavering from one another. He gives a final thrust burying himself completely in me. We both sigh with contentment. He holds still buried deep as he leans his face down, his eyes never leaving mine as he kisses me slowly and tenderly. My legs wrap around him pushing him.