She quickly (and unnecessarily) explains that they are not together, they’ve just been put on the same table, though I catch a hint of something in her voice that I can’t quite place. I treat us both to a pedicure and manicure, buy us both a large bottle of our favourite perfumes and book us in to have our hair done at a local stylists on Saturday. “Oh fuck! “One for the ‘favourites’ album!” he remarks gleefully, turning it to study the image of my spunk drenched face and chest. I pant and moan loudly as he pounds me, my breaths becoming ragged gasps as another orgasm approaches, the sound of my pleasure and the movement of my breasts spurring him on to fuck me harder, his own release near. Still cumming I pull his face to mine, moaning into his mouth as I kiss him deeply and urge him to fuck me. Fuck me! In fact, she’s actually making me a little wet).
