“I am…….. Very close……. . ….to shooting my stuff. Comes his reply.He leaned back against the couch and shut his eyes. His hand was doing t...he job. I brought my legs up and put my feet together and then spread my legs wide apart. He was thrusting his hips up to fuck his fist. I begin to moan again and I looked up and saw that he got closer to me.“How soon are you going to shoot?” I whispered. “Oh god…….any second….ohhhhhhhh hh.” He threw his head back when he began to feel the warmth build deep. "I don't have any, you know, um..." You don't have any what, Kyle?" Her eyes grew severe, her hand squeezed my turgid cock to the brink of pain."Condoms." I had used my last one with Sara the night before in our last dorm room fuck, me staring at the painted concrete block wall as I quickly came into her tight little pussy, wanting to finish before my roommate returned. That was the thing about college fucking, it was always furtive, rushed, and glazed with a beery haze. I was standing in my. I grabbed her by the waist and began to fuck her aggressively. She looked over her shoulder and watch me fuck her so good. She kept whispering she can't take it anymore; it was so sensitive. I told MJ I was about to finish and she tried her best to endure the sensitivity for me. Being the naughty person, I am, I tried my best to hold it for as long as I could. I wanted my cock to finally give up on it's on and just cum inside of her. It wasn't too long after we changed position into doggy, that. Instead, I built a trellis to stretch from our house to our neighbor's fence, hiding our back yard from the street. With the trellis in front and the shop far behind, the high fence down the side and no overlooking windows from either house, I had created a sanctuary similar to the one in the pictures of my grandparents old yard.Why?Because of the pictures I saw in the last pile the day before, right after Mom stomped out of the kitchen when I asked about pictures of Grandma. Did her startling.