Maria never let me get soft. She just kept her throat muscles working to massage my dick. I remember wondering how long that woman could hold her brea...h. Maybe she stored oxygen in those big tits of hers! Once she was satisfied that I would stay hard, she pulled my stiff cock out of her mouth and said. "Las' night djou say that djou will fuck my culo, si?" I nodded and Maria straddled my lap, guiding my stiff cock deep into her ass cheeks until I felt it settle against her asshole. "I prepare. But... god, she was even hotter in person Part of me desperately wanted to just start a normal conversation, completely ignore the fact that we'd communicated before, have a few drinks, and then... what? Presumably stumble drunkenly back to my hotel room and then furiously beat off until I fell asleep, or died of dehydration. Part of me wanted to just strike up a conversation, hit on her the way I would anyone else, and see where things went. It occurred to me simultaneously that getting how I. She could feel him trying to thrust deeper into her mouth so she let him. It reached further and further back her throat as it swelled and thickened in her mouth. She carried on sucking it and could feel it beginning to twitch, she knew what this meant. Keep sucking it, let him cum in your mouth! She did as her brain was telling her as she heard the knock on the wall, then moments later felt him erupt in her mouth, shooting jets of spunk onto her tongue. She licked his helmet as she carried on. .. He wasn’t. Anything. He felt like he was being ripped apart. He felt as if his insides were struggling to become his outsides. He felt lost in a way he never had before. He needed normalcy. He needed something to grasp, some small bit of a normal life for him to hold onto. He might – just might – be all right if he could only find a single, solitary thing to grasp.“Hermes, I need a place to run,” he started. He’d begin there. He’d begin the reconstruction of his soul with the one normal.
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