“You can wait, I can wait. Porn sex … I started twitching every which way as he slid his middle finger in my ass. Shit might consume me.”
I smiled as I bent over, letting the water run through my ass. I rocked back and forth on him slowly, my arm around his neck for support. I needed to be fucked so bad after that little play session he just created. “Oh, yeah. … “Yep”
“Back to reality.” I said. “You have something hanging out of your pocket.” Miranda pointed. “Damn.”
“Anyway, that’s my college experiment story.” I shrugged. I woke up with just enough time to get dressed and get down here.” I said. I cried out in pure passion at the way this man, this married man was fucking me. “Yeah, why not?” I said. “Remote? “When I am done with you, then you can call her. “Thank you.” I said to the man who helped pick up my luggage for the Uber SUV that was awaiting us outside the doors. I could hear Marcus breathing heavy, like he was having an asthma attack. He pulled the table over. I made a sound. “Yeah. …” he said on the phone. I turned over, my ass in the air, my back arched. By the time I got back to my hotel room, it was almost eleven o’clock.
