After she rode my dick and got a second load of come in her pussy, I held her like I always did. When she started kissing me a few minutes later, I thought it was harmless as she was probably exhausted by now, so I let it happen. Only when she put my hand between her legs and guided my fingers in her come soaked pussy did I speak.
"What's happening?" I asked against her lips, slowly fingering her pussy.
"This is called fucking, Scott," she sassed me, her hand grabbing my sensitive soft dick.
"Baby you're exhausted and you've already been fucked three times tonight," I protested, but my fingers didn't leave her pussy anymore than hers stopped working my dick.
I kept telling myself how innocent it all was. That she couldn't possibly want more than to fool around a little.
Until her sultry voice said, "That's hardly anything. You didn't stop touching me in that hotel room" and she kissed her way down my body.
