I picked the Flintstone type because I wanted to know what it felt like to have all that meat on top of me. Okay, I also read his ad on Easydater, and he promised a big cock and a very good time to go along with it. I even paid for the hotel room so our spouses wouldn’t catch, and my prince shows up smelling like a bowling alley. After making Monty take a shower I met up with him on the bed. His cock was half hard; I played with it for a few seconds until it was fully hard. Then he rolled back and smiled at me. It could have been worse; he made me do all the work. He just lay there on the bed and smiled big when I bent over his prick. It was leaking pre-cum, and I decided a little taste would hurt. It was really salty, a sign of a bad diet. What did I expect from ‘free for fucks’ as his ad said? But I’m a sex pig, too, and one little taste wasn’t going to do it for me. I gobbled his solid strong cock in my mouth one delicious inch at a time. Monty moaned like a bull in heat, if bulls moan. It sounded like a cross between a groan and a roar, a nice, quiet roar. Hearing him made me want to give more, to take him higher than he’d ever been before. It was a personal challenge. The more I did to his massive hard-on the more interesting noised he made. Even when he reached down to finger my pussy while I sucked his cock he didn’t shut up and concentrate he just got louder. I was glad we were in a hotel room! Before he could come I rode Monty like the bull he was. I pinched his ass and thighs to make him buck up against me. Just as I was getting into it Monty lifted me off and rolled over. I grabbed his cock, determined to put it right back inside, and it shot cum all over my face. ‘Grab me a towel, quick,’ I ordered him. Monty laughed but got me a towel. ‘Don’t you like the taste?’ he asked. ‘No, too salty. Drink more pineapple juice. Don’t you read advise columns?’ I asked. ‘No, I only read Easydater,’ Monty said. I believed him.