"I feel like hell physically, but heavenly emotionally," I mumbled, prior to stretching out.I let out a giant yawn and got up. "Marco?" I asked, peeki...ng next to me. "Where are you?" I wondered, glancing around.I calmly got off the bed and found my clothes.I grabbed them. "I thought I would have woken up next to him, but I guess not," I mentioned, prior to walking into my room.I dropped my clothes into my hamper and got out clean ones. I just put on my bra and panties. Then, a T-shirt and some. He didn't say anything but i felt like he wanted me to touch his penis so and my hand was already touching it so grabbed onto it and started to rub it. i figured if i gave him a handjob he would leave me alone. so i started to move my hand up and down his shaft and played with the head a little and i felt it get harder in my hand after what felt like forever he got up. at this time i thought he was done and was leaving, i was wrong. he pulled his pants down then his green underwear and grabbed. Oh fuck... Yes... Fuck me... FUCK ME... FUCK!" Now it was working. Now it was good. I was so hard. So damned hard. She made me this way. I loved being the man she always came back to. The one she always secretly wanted and needed. Lusted for. She was all mine and she knew it. I kept ramming into her ass and she kept screaming out my name, begging for more. Every hole. She loved it in every hole she could give me. Today was the ass. I was holding her tightly as I thrust forward and fucked her. . Usually Olivia used mundane sexual trivia as masturbation background. Making out with her girl crush. One chick getting it on with two annonymous dudes. Matthew from the student council banging the shit out of Sarah from her class. Olivia’s routine was lying on bed and rubbing her clit to orgasm, sometimes sliding two fingers inside if she felt like being filled up. She had no toys and she never felt like she would be interested in them, as long as she stayed single and a virgin, at least..