"Ooowee, Ms. Stewart! You ready for my jizm?" She mumbled a yes and kept working on it, the big black cock, slopping it up with her spittle. "Here she... cums, Ms. Stewart, a month of Sunday's worth of Isaac!" He let loose, the cum gushing out so quickly it caught her by surprise. She opened her mouth and cum just poured out of it, down her chin and onto her breasts and knees, and finally, onto the carpeted lobby floor itself."Syl, we gotta talk... " Jack seemed a tad upset. Isaac just laughed and. As my right hand played with a hard nipple my left hand worked its way down lower. Down past my tummy and between my legs. I always kept myself perfectly smooth either by shaving or waxing. My hand found what it was seeking, my swollen labia. I was very aroused and I could not put my finger on why. My fingers parted my lips and found my hole. Pushing inside with two it felt hot and tight. I was slick on the outside from the soap but also on the inside from something my pussy was producing. It. It didn’t matter which one I was studying at the time. It seemed to be the best in the city, almost demanding to be worshipped. Every skyscraper carried the arrogance of a man’s erection. ‘You may have seen one before, but you’ve never seen mine.’ It was true. Through the forest of phallic symbols, I wandered in a daze. One day I knew what I had to do. There was no conscious decision. The vision had braised in my brain long enough. How many weeks, months, had my fingers sketched the patterns?. I work myself to the brink and looking up, I ask him if he wants to finish in my mouth.He opens his eyes and shakes his head. “You said, you needed a fuck,” he grits his teeth, pulls me up by my shoulder and bends me over the ugly table, “you think we can stop now? Come up here!” He roughly yanks down my panties and slides his thick throbbing cock into my slick, burning hole.Oh my god, YESS. I want to scream.He’s going satisfyingly slow and deep and I sigh and grunt wishing this minute would.