the sight was incredibly hot. i wasn’t positioned in the right way for me to orgasm, but it didn’t matter, because i wanted to get fucked by that point. when it finally came time for billy to bust a nut, i had turned back around because i wanted to see. it washed over me in waves, and i held on to billy’s neck as my body convulsed. “just don’t be loud,” he warned me. he smelled like a real man, a combination of muskiness, stale cigarettes and booze. i wanted to breathe in all of him enough that it would stay with me after he was gone. i let out soft moans every time his finger plunged into me and skimmed across my clit. but he had been separated from his wife for a year (she cheated on him) and was alternating between asking me why his wife didn’t love him and half-joking about asking an old couple if they could spare their sleeper for an hour.
