.."What now ??" He asked."I don't have any condoms left." I replied."It's OK. If you lube enough, you won't need condoms." He said."OK" I said.Then he... showed me another position and told me that he wants to try it out. It was missionary pose.We put a pillow again, just like the last time, I lubed my cock really good and I slowly started pushing my cock in his ass. Now, without a condom, his ass felt so hot, like he was on fire. His ass was so slippery and damp and it felt really great. When I. Ivy often wondered why she got such pleasure out of fucking a new man, feeling him inside her, seeing the expressions of lust and joy on his face. Was she some kind of nymphomaniac? If so, she couldn’t be happier. She badly missed her fiancée, but with this job she had the opportunity to screw so many men! She’d been doing this for eight months and hadn’t even tried to keep track of the number of men she’d had sex with. Every man was a new thrill, especially the ones like Tim who were so. Keeping me bent over, he worked my pussy manually for a few more squirts, and of course licked it and sucked on it to taste the sweetness in between. Then, moving me down a step and swinging my ass around so that I was now fully on the bottom stairs, facing the top of the staircase, he got behind me and pulled out his cock.He has a REALLY fat cock head, and the whole thing is extremely reminiscent of a g-spot toy. He began to run the fat, smooth head against my wet clit, and I couldn't help but. It didn't take Ron long to get started as he backed up a bit and started slapping my face hard. "Talk dirty to me" I pleaded "I love to hear it" I added "You fuckin' shit whore" he finally said as he shifted his slaps from my face to my tits. I moaned out in pleasure as I watched my tits sway back and forth with each slap, feeling the sting and pain as I coursed through me, "Beat them harder" I begged as Ron now started to punch at my tits OH FUCK YEAH" I cried out, knowing full well that Joe.