Despite myself, I had to smile. "You bastard!" He joined me and after a minute, we were howling with laughter.
"Yes?" Colin propped his heavy body on an elbow and looked at me from up close.
"Yes." I whispered and realized I was ready to cry. I would have cried if it were anybody but Colin next to me.
Her cunt muscles gripped me hard sending me over the top. I grunted like a wounded animal and sent load after thick load of high octane cum deep within the confines of her womb.
"Yeah," he admitted, his eyes firmly between my legs. "My wife..." he said, and it had sounded like mah hwa'f, "she doesn't shave like that."
"Oh, Weston," I said and leaned forward to caress his cheek. "That's alright, honey.
Just like his finger in me before, his cock didn't do anything for me - good or bad. I felt no pleasure, save for the knowledge of what I was doing. There was no physical satisfaction, but I moaned and gasped just the same.
I slightly opened my eyes and peeped at Weston's face only to find him staring at me, his face an ugly mask of hard labor. "Come on, honey. Come on..." I said, hoping he'd cum before he broke anything, his or mine.
Suddenly, Weston's revolting face started turning deep red and for a moment I was afraid he was giving himself a heart attack, only to realize that this was the moment of his climax.
