I pumped spurt after spurt of cum inside her, then collapsed on the floor, barely managing to not fall on top of Tanya and hurt her.As we lay on the f...loor, still intimately connected, the vision briefly crossed my mind of the black guy’s lips around my wife’s pink nipple and my erection only seemed to grow harder. I started pumping my cock in and out of the beautiful woman on the floor with me and it wasn’t long until I felt her pussy tightening around me again in another violent orgasm. As I. “You may use your toys to begin but you cannot cum with them. You may only cum to the ice and to your fingers. Understand me, babygirl?” She had forgotten how to breathe. “I do. I’ll make you happy,” Chloe whispered. “Ugh, I am awful at writing.” He chuckled with his response, “You are wonderful at it. You do make me very happy. This will keep me fucking hard, all damn day. Now go, babygirl. Think of my cock inside your hot little pussy while you paint your picture. I love you.” Click. Her. For a 6 ft. tall guy I have to crane my neck. That was probably the only thing that bothered me enough to where I couldn't cum.I had to get out, so, I picked her up. And carried her out of the car only to pin her up on the passenger side door and continue fucking her. Commotion heard all around that Bella and I were fucking right in front of them. But we were too drunk to care. Too caught up in mutual pleasure. It actually turned me on. And right then and there my cock wanted to burst. I pulled. Up until recently, I considered myself the luckiest guy in the world. I’m close to completing my studies in the business management program at the Sprott School of Business of Carleton University. And I have, no, had the love of the most amazing woman ever. Yasmin Hussein, a tall, curvaceous, sinfully sexy Somali-Canadian Muslim cutie. We met under less than ideal circumstances at work, and totally clicked. For a while, we were together. This chick changed my life. I loved Yasmin more than I.