Right now, she wasn’t a woman, a human being, she was piece of thrash that deserved to be used in every way and he would see to it when he got home.... The fucking whore was moaning, gagging and being filled by his meat. He slid a finger and probed her arse. The sight of this helpless bitch being rammed in every hole, moaning and fucking loving it and the damn feeling of ecstasy it was giving him. He felt the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy shooting down his body as he shot his semen inside her. And once again, she came-- so hard this time that she seemed to stumble a little.So I wrapped my arms around her and we moved to the couch. I held her tight, and remained inside as we sat down. The act of sitting brought me even deeper, and she seemed to find another orgasm. I can’t complain; the feeling of her muscles massaging mine was only driving me further toward the edge. But, there was no way I wanted to come yet. This was much too delicious to rush.Just as I was about to begin again,. No, I didn’t want him to cover himself. In fact I found his erection far more attractive than his limpness. I also wanted to ask why nudists were upset about that? Why would sexual excitement upset nudists? Weren’t they all about the natural state of things? Wasn’t sexual excitement more natural than anything else in the world? Dear Lord, I was so turned on. If he covered his cock I would cry. I wanted to keep looking at him. I wanted him to keep looking at me. Most of all I wanted to keep. The fire in my pussy needed quenching, but not here or I’d make a veritable mess.I raced into the bath, and with a wicked grin pulled my ‘best friend’ I’d called Pinkie from the pocket in my toilet bag, my pink, smooth, shiny toy, as long as my hand and two fingers wide. The bricked walk-in shower was a dream, and soon a soft, warm rain fell from above. I leaned against the tiles and bit my lip. Pinkie buzzed to life.“Katie,” I softly moaned her name, splaying my pussy lips apart and touching.