That . . . uh . . . my . . . uh . . . that after I . . . uh . . . bust a nut my dick doesn’t get limp?’ ‘Exactly! Now that would solve your litt...le problem, wouldn’t it? What babe would complain if you could keep going and going and going? And getting off and getting off and getting off. Just like a girl.’ ‘That works for me! But this sounds incredible. Unbelievable, in fact. Can you prove it?’ ‘Oh, sure. Just imagine who will be begging you to crush her cunt. You’ll be on Oprah, in more ways. She would be in bed soon, fingering herself and thinking about the hot guy in her office inside of her. As she came out of the bathroom, into her bedroom she saw her bedroom window was wide open, she thought she had made sure it was closed when she left for work that morning ,but, maybe not. As she walked down the hall, she took the towel off her head and started drying her hair. Just then she heard another noise behind her, she started to turn toward it, but, before she could a large black. After a couple of minutes, I lay down on my back and pull Mike on top of me. I reach between his legs to guide his cock into my pussy, then say to him "Mike, you have been wanting to fuck me for the past two years. Now, here is your chance! Show me what a great lover Monica says you are!" My husband starts snapping photos as Mike's cock slow disappears inside my pussy. After Mike's cock is in all the way, he pauses for a moment while I ask him "How do you like having your cock inside pussy?". In a matter of minutes, I found myself parking in front of her house. Confidently, I give the door a few knocks. I was in no way prepared for the vision that opened the door. She was slightly taller than me. Slender. Shoulder length blond hair. Pretty face with enough makeup to flatter, but not distract. She had on a sleeveless dress, with sequins. Cut to mid thigh. Beautiful black stockings that lead to heels. I’ve always been a sucker for stockings and heels… “I’m Brianna, won’t you come in?”.