"Cum, baby! I want your cum!"He grunts as he fills my pussy with his milky spunk. One, two, three juts of his cock and he is empty. He hands me the en...velope full of money and walks out the door.Oh, close your gaping mouth. Yes, I am a whore. Other women like to call themselves "escorts", "ladies of the evening", etc, giving a sense of glamour and prestige to what we do. But, I will just say it - I am a whore. You probably feel sorry for me, thinking I have to do this for money. Maybe I have. You'd be forgiven for thinking the clock was broken, but no - he was just that fast. He moaned as he came, wheezing and panting as if he'd run a marathon instead of a half-minute sprint, then slumped down amongst the sheets. They hadn't even been particularly hard thrusts; she'd barely felt them.And that was Laura's sex life. She'd done her research and found any number of tips and tricks to help her husband's little 'problem', but unfortunately for her, he'd refused to actually use them. The. We put our heads around the door, and she was fucking him, cowgirl.“That looks good. Let’s try it that way!” Jeff exclaimed.I was fascinated with the action Aija was adopting to fuck Ian, so I watched her for a minute.“OK. Come on, that looks great,” I commented.When I mounted Jeff, I followed Aija’s style. Jeff was able to offer some suggestions as well. I really began to enjoy it, using my hips far more than I had previously.It seems with all the fucking we had done, the long walk and swims. "You've got about twenty minutes of life left, sweetie," he said. "So let's make it interesting." He cupped her young breasts, pushing them together to give himself more friction. Gently at first, then with real violence, he mashed them together in a circular motion, digging his fingers deep into the soft tissue. He used his fingernails to scrape away thin layers of skin, leaving red welts on the otherwise smooth white mounds.By now the girl's screams of terror had blended with screams of pain..