Saturday night is another long night of fucking for the studs; both are determined to surpass themselves in their bedroom performance. If the usually ...areful, well organized J.J. has lost count of how many loads he’s spewed this week, the footloose Aaron is even more uncertain. Both studs agree, by text, to shoot as many loads as they can tonight, just to make absolutely certain that they reach their goal. They swap the partners that they fucked last night; J.J. will do his level best to. My balls swung to a fro, every now and then slapping her ass. She layed there, digging her nails into my arms, writhing around in ecstasy.My rhythm changed. Now, each thrust was deep, powerful and forceful. Slow, but hard hitting. I pulled my cock all the way out and then slammed it all the way back in. Amy loved this, she'd told me before hand. Her back arched, hands gripped, mouth gaping and sighing. It got to the point where she said it began to hurt, so for her benefit I pulled out.We layed. Within an hour, Ishara stood on the blasted plains. In Hell, in her truest form, she stood tall and proud, muscular and lithe. Her skin was black as the void, her eyes empty globes of darkness. A leathery pair of wings folded her hairless body like a cloak, and her triangle-tipped tail swished behind her with a languid ease. A pair of horns, white as bone in the moonlight, crowned her brow. In the mortal realm, of course, she could appear as she wished, as the mortal she beheld would most wish. "Alan!" she shouted out as she realised who she was looking at, "How are you, what you doing here?" At the same time she threw her arms around him in an unusual show of affection. Alan took this to be due mainly to the alcohol and her high spirits. "I am just hanging out with a few of my mates, what you doing, where's Zoe?" Ah, she's off with her new boyfriend this weekend, so I came out with a group of girls from the dorm. Problem is, they turned out to be real boring, so I ditched them and.