Tom, despite the pussy splitting pain, orgasms, and clenches hard on the thick member as cum sprays out of the tight junction of their two sexes. The ...donkey is braying with every thrust, and is becoming more and more forceful, now plowing an inch deeper with every thrust until he hits a wall, Tom’s cervix, at sixteen inches. The pain is still very real, but the pleasure is nearly drowning it out as Tom rocks to the motion of the donkey, trying to drive him deeper still. The whole world is now. “I can do that.”“We’ll see,” I answered. “I will pay you a decent wage—I’ll ask Lars what that is these days—teach you what I know, sponsor you for your license, and help you defend your thesis before Lars. I won’t do your work for you, give you advances on your salary, or listen to stories about your broken heart when some guy dumps you.”“What makes you think I’m the one who gets dumped,” she asked repositioning herself provocatively in the chair. I pretended not to notice.“There’s a catch,” I. That made it more intense for me. And I knew Paul was getting close to shooting before he announced it because I could see the muscles in his legs tightening up and his toes curling. So when he whispered O yea Im gonna… My eyes were already glued on his boner. Pauls legs shook and then his dick started spewing cum all over. Ribbon after ribbon of jizz flew in the air. It landed on his chest and stomach. It pooled in his belly button. It covered his red bush and some landed on my right forearm.. Sometimes it's like a day out of my life and at the end I couldn't tell you a thing that had happened, it all flies by so quickly. Thinking about work, though, drives me crazy. I can think about all the things I need to do and dread each one of them when I am away from my job. That's why the weekends have always been strange for me. Saturdays I purely love as I unwind and chill but Sundays I dread because of trying to get ready to go back to the office on Monday. Hell of a life isn't it, or at.