We’d been working together for month and we had a special weekend planned. He had such beautiful blue eyes, a dazzling smile and warm sense of humor. He looked quite husky in his clothes, almost overweight.
Ok, it wasn’t really beginning, we’d gone out the weekend before, dancing, talking, having a wonderful time until the sex. So a minute just doesn’t do, and he had only brought one condom. “I usually last much longer,” he lamented…
“Let me make it up to you,” he said. “Let me take you over night to Niagara Falls.”
So there we were, having a romantic dinner, enjoying each other’s company, and for me at least, truly wondering what the rest of the evening would bring.
We headed to our room by 9, and he began to play with me. And oh, how he played with me, getting me so hot, I was begging him to enter me. He was prepared this time, a box of 12 condoms. I took the condom from him, stoking him, teasing his cock against my breast, across my body before I playfully wrapped his hard, firm cock for the moment of truth…
He was so firm and hard, and he used the full length of his cock. His fitness level was exceptional and he adjusted himself to plummet my g-spot and tease my clit at the same time. He felt insanely good, teasing moans and squeals of passion from me.

And I was climaxing around his cock, squeezing him with orgasmic contractions, and he kept going, stealing my IQ and turning my brain control to primitive animal instinct, to the place where only his cock driving into me and his lips on mine was important. Driving my reaction to his thrusts to meet him by thrusting my hips back into him, bucking hard under him.

Again I climaxed, and again, and again, constantly squeezing his cock with orgasmic contractions, getting vocal, screaming, “oh yes, yes, give me your cock, deeper, thrust me hard, yes…” I’d never been given so many orgasms in row, he kept going, and I kept cumming…

He flipped me over, put me on top, moved me sideways, rearranged our legs, bent me over, drummed his cock in my, implanting the memory of him so it would never leave…

He didn’t stop for over an hour, and when I got up, I could hardly walk, the post orgasmic glow leaving my legs shaky. We cuddled, chatted, looked at each, and just had to go again. Life would be over if we did do again right away…

And so the night continued until 7 condoms were gone… Even for the last round, he just looked at me, and the desire, lust and need overwhelmed me and I begged him for more, and my need felt as strong as the beginning of the evening. He just consumed my desires.

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