I was fucking her harder and deeper. Kneading her boobs violently, pinching her nipples, slapping her at times, I fucked her. As she regained her brea...the she was screaming and moaning.“Ohhhh, God! Fuck me like a monster that you are. I am your whore, just destroy my beautiful pussy. Make sure I am not able to walk for my life. I will be your whore for life!”After fucking for approximate 5-7 minutes, she wasn’t able to take the lump inside her and she exploded. She pushed me away but I. No grand plan existed, so it was a rambling monster. Worse of all the slip numbering made no sense at all. The small slips were number 1-100 starting at the office and going west. There were more slips for larger boats starting with -1 and going to 50. Those went east from the office. Small boat slip eight was on the dock just outside the rear door of the office. Large boat slip eight was two floating docks south from the office. It was still within walking distance so I did.The Ruby Anne. I looked around one last time and did not see a sole. I slowly pushed the door open and peaked in. My excitement was crushing the thought of seeing the couple I had fanaticized about. The fit woman and her black Adonis in the throes of passion and if caught I could simply play dumb. After all they are having sex in the men’s locker room. As I softly pushed the door open though I could not have been more wrong or have been prepared for what I saw. The black man stood shirtless with his shorts at. They both stayed cuddled together and fell into a peaceful sleep...Chris was jarred awake by his phone ringing. It was work and there was a problem. He got up carefully as not to wake his princess who was still sound asleep. He showered quick, got dressed and wrote her a note as to what was up. Then he was gone. She awoke a few hours later, and after reliving herself, went in search of Chris. Finding his note, she made coffee and filled the tub for a well deserved soak. She was sore and the hot.