Grabbing the back of my head and pushing down my throat. My nails are digging and scraping up the back of your thighs as I try to pull you deeper into... my mouth. I relax my throat and let you have what your want.You are just using my mouth, fucking my face, just looking for a warm wet place to cum and I'm a willing little slut who wants to be used. I slide my hand around and take your balls in my grip and gently tug and roll them in my hand. I slide my other hand up and grip the base of your. I couldn’t believe I was seeing my roommate’s body so exposed like this. I felt guilt, but my raging cock urged me on, compelling me to keep looking through the pages, overriding any rational thought. I delved my hand into my boxers and pulled out my throbbing cock, my head pink and swollen and engorged, my shaft shining and thick and veined. I began stroking my cock as I stared at Hannah’s naked photos, studying the way her prominent collarbones bordered her neck, the way her ribs curved atop. She was moaning ahhhhhh offff Bittuuuuuu. . . . I’m going to cum ahhhhha ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . . . . . and she came with a loud moan. . . . . she was breathing heavily. I went near her and kissed her.She stood up and within a flash she removed my boxer. She was stunned by seeing the size of my cock. She measured it with her hands . . . . . and said oh my god! your cock is so big and fat. . . . Will it. Sharpsville is thirty-six miles ahead, which will put me at the motel at four-thirty; plenty of time to relax and mentally prepare for tomorrow. There is a nip in the air and a few flakes of snow are starting to fall. October in the mountains is beautiful. The leaves have changed colors making everything picturesque.My name is Don Parsons, fifty one, currently living alone. My wife was a victim to breast cancer twelve years ago. My job is my life. My career has been very satisfying as well as.