Back to Jamaica!
I asked her if that was what she wanted – two cocks lusting after her – to which she replied that yes she did as she came again and again.
Fucking like animals
I thought of soft pubic hair the other day — soft like cashmere. I remember encouraging her to grow her bush because it was so soft, and I liked to run my fingers through it.
Baying at the moon
I was loud when I fucked her — the guttural sounds of an animal in heat; I was a wolf baying at the moon wanting to cum forever. She would squirt on me as if marking her territory, and I would always come back for more.
the cum I gave you…
It is late where you are, and as we say goodnight, you laugh and suggest I watch some orgy porn, but only if I remember to whisper your name as I cum. As I slide my phone onto the night table, the thought of cumming for you has taken root, and I throw the covers off and search for my computer — I like my porn on the big screen. My cock is urging me to hurry back under the covers and the thought of being hard washes through me.