“Oh, fuck, Char ….I’m cumming ….uhn ….uhn ….yeah ….yeah ….aaaaaahhhhhh ….aaaaahhhhh ….ooooohhhhh ….nice …..hmmmmm ….so fucking nice …..”
Barry continued pumping his thick rod in and out of me as he splashed cum all over the inside of my pussy. I gave it a playful swat and watched it sway back and forth for a few seconds, then pulled Barry’s boxers back up for him ….tucking his dangling member down one leg of his shorts ….before standing up and pulling my yoga pants back in place. When I got next to the couch, I tried again to respond to Barry’s crazy suggestion….”Uhh…I don’t know, Barry….I-I really shouldn’t….it wouldn’t be right….maybe you could just show me where the cables are?”
As I stammered and stumbled over my feeble attempt at resistance, Barry took the hand from behind his head and slipped it up the inside of my right leg, under my sun dress, and began gently stroking my pussy lips through my panties. But every day I got to enjoy Barry’s massive cock banging the back of my throat and plowing the depths of my sopping wet cunt.
