Like I wanted to fuck a hole clear through her. I could never fuck any of my girlfriends like that, with that kind of brute force. But for some reason..., I had to try it with Angel.Maybe it was because she was a prostitute and there were no emotional ties. Maybe because I knew I would never see her again and I could be free to let everything out. I don't know. All I knew was that I had to fuck something just to fuck it. Just to dominate it. This went on for longer than I thought it would. Sweat. I watched as each ridged ring of my erection slid into her and she moaned lowly through her cinched lips. She placed her hands and head back to the mattress as she finished her descent. "Go slow, Paul." She reached a hand between her legs and rubbed herself. I pulled myself ridge by ridge out of her just as slow as she had put me in. "Yes, Paul, just like that." When I saw my helmet cresting from her tight opening I reversed direction and started to push myself back into Seraphine. She cued and. That morning, however, the devil was in her. Beneath her svelte exterior she chose to wear a purple uplift bra and a tiny see-through lace string, in a matching colour, it showed her newly manicured mini landing strip to advantage, though of course no one would see this. She would know it was there, though and Em did like to feel sexy. As she checked herself in the mirror before grabbing her laptop bag and purse to go downstairs to the conference, she felt very sexy indeed. This always. The feeling of her small hand sliding wet and oily all over the shaft of my cock was almost too much to take, I asked her to please slow down or I was going to shoot. She ignored my plea and picked up the pace, watching in wide eyed amazement as I shot glob after glob of my hot cum into the air. I have been on “the Ropes” for a couple months and the amount of cum I produce now is 5 times what I used to. Her hands and t-shirt were covered in my seed.I reached down and pulled off her top,.