Garage Bang

I was coming, spewing pussy juice and shaking so violently that I thought I was going to collapse. I tossed my head and mewled, panting out "Yes, yes," whenever I was able. My eyes rolled in my head and I slumped forward, only to be caught by my well-hung knight. Stan eased us both down onto the floor, tossing his jacket beneath me as we went. We were in his garage; his wife was inside the house, napping. It was risky, but that's why I go to Easydater to meet men; I like risky sex. Stan lay still with his dong embedded in my throbbing puss, riding out the continuous waves of my orgasm. When my vibrations seemed that they would never stop he turned my head and kissed my cheek; "You wouldn't believe how good you feel." I was in sex heaven. What had Stan done to me? I moaned like a cat in heat and wriggled my hips towards him, trying to regain his superb trophy. Even though I'd just had the best orgasm ever from anyone I'd met on Easydater, instead of being exhausted I wanted more. I moaned when I felt the immersion of my stallion's package into my tight puss. We lay side by side in the spoon position. Stan held my hips and began to rocket in and out of my dripping twat. I couldn't stop saying yes and pressing back for more, even pushing back onto him whenever he stopped to take a breath. It was so intense that it became more than either of us could handle. My stud was sweating and panting like a steam engine, huffing and puffing while drilling me with the fattest prick this side of the mountains. He came in a scream that I thought would send the cats howling off into the sunset, or at the very least, wake up his wife. Stan's nails dug into my waist and his fingers curled on my skin, and he slammed down so deep and hard that I thought he just might come right up through my mouth. His body was rattling something fierce, and a surge of burning cock-sauce splashed up along my inside, adding to the super-crazy orgasm wave I was already riding. He seemed to pump into me forever. When he finally stopped we lay together for a few minutes, struggling to catch our breath. It wasn't the easiest thing to do in a garage. However, I wasn't too put off. "Same time, next week?" he asked hopefully. "I was hoping I could come by again tomorrow," I answered. We both laughed; we're such Easydater sluts! Easydater in Washington