On my knees I could feel his spunk spurting out of my bung hole and splattering on the floor beneath me. He must have pumped a quart of baby batter in...to my bung channel. I stood up and went back into the shadows just as the next guy entered... he looked around and moved to the center of the floor. There was a post that rose from the floor to the ceiling, he leaned against it and lit up a dobbie. After taking a few drags he gasped '...where's the fuck bird, I want my dick sucked...' he muttered. “Now, you can finish the job and fuck me some more”I fucked her hard as I continued to shoot streams of cum inside her. Finally, my balls stopped pumping and a last small spurt of sperm left my cock as her vaginal muscles were contracting and squeezing every last drop out. I rolled off her and my cock made a slurpy sound as it popped from her pussy.That’s much better. Now that we have that out of the way, you won’t have to worry next time. She purred to me.Scooting to the edge of the bed she. His lips at her ear, fingertips on her backbone, his thigh pushing in, his muscles moving and tightening underneath. So close.A tingling, a letting go, anticipation.The beautiful man. Beautiful and full of need. Searching eyes, nervous laughter, limbs that cannot stop twitching.Drawn to her: the ideal, the archetype, the femme fatale, the goddess. Again and again, searching for perfection.A senseless desire to merge. Everything else a distraction: ambition, career, family, relationships, goals,. ” Greg stood up to head out to make his wager. Ethan pulled out a hundred and handed it to him.“Get me a $20 exacta box on 5 and 9, with a $60 win bet on 9.” Greg reluctantly took the money and went outside to the window.“$80 on one race?” Karen said, “isn’t that a lot?”“Maybe. But it’s $100 bet, not $80. Boxes cost double. I’d need the 5 and the 9 to finish 1st and 2nd to win, but they can finish in either order.”“You two should get along nicely,” Karen said, finishing her wine.“More wine or.