She was glad she’d made the effort to wear them today. She wondered how far away his hotel room was—or if, perhaps, he’d already made other arra...gements. Perhaps he had anticipated there would be more than coffee. He always was a cocky son of a gun. But he’d satisfied her, in his own way—it could have been better. But it was as good as it had been for the last seven years—well other than that once, when she was on that business trip to Atlanta and had that one-weekend stand with that man at the. He could smell their fuck smells. He could hear their fuck sounds. His daughter was panting underneath him. He was pumping as hard as he could. This had to be the sweetest cunt he'd ever been inside. Then Danielle got a peculiar look on her face. She looked surprised and happy all at once. She threw her head as far back as she could and squealed with delight as her cunt cramped around daddy's cock harder than before. She was cumming. She was cumming with a cock in her cunt for the first time.. "I'm looking forward to spring break," she said at the end of every phone call."You always sound like a cat purring when you say that." That's how I feel, like a lazy pussy, licking my fur clean." I can do that for you," I offered."Sammy, are you trying to turn this subject to something sexual?" Is that how it sounds to you?" I'm not accusing you. It's something we should discuss before spring break." Okay, what would you like to discuss?" We need to know each other's preferences, what we like. Oh Oh." I plunged and plunged into her cunt. Both of us were like wild animals rutting. Sweat ran off my face. I lost control. I shot stream after stream into her. My cock kept jolting with pleasure. Jane's eyes rolled back. She was thrashing her head around on the bed. She groaned, "FFFuck. Cock sucker. Cumming, cumming." I collapsed on her. We clung to each other. Our breathing was ragged. I was dimly aware that the bed was shaking. Carol and Joan were in a 69. Their tongues were lashing each.