I don’t know why he thought I would ever contact Stan instead of someone useful, but I’m happy that I have it now. “Mmmmmm, you taste good,” he says, and I fall back onto his bed, exhaustion and horny desire fighting for supremacy within. Porn GPA of 3.7, impressive even without his athletic distractions. The pace is slow, the shaft so tremendous it feels as though he’ll take my quivering pussy with it. He continues his slow burial, both hands holding my inner thighs open around him. I bring my legs up, legs still crossed, and elevate my ass, hoping to keep as much of his fluids inside as possible. Powerful hands beneath my body lift my ass off the mattress, holding my hips against his as he bottoms out. He plants it firmly on the sheets next to my breast and pushes himself up, his cock working against my tightening walls as he moves.
