The next weekend the Boy and I were together was in yet another city neither of us live in. Yes, I suppose it can be said that I 'get around' (heh) and I do. This time we met in a city I used to live in, so I knew the area well.
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Another lovely hotel, another maid tipped incredibly well for removing the overpowering scent of fuck.
This trip I flew in early -- a few hours before we could get to our hotel. We wandered to lunch and I took him to one of the best places on the planet (IMHO). We laughed, we joked, we sat close to each other -- our waitress was lovely and she commented that we were surely in love. I can't say we were *completely* in love at that time, but we were falling in love, that is for sure.
Following lunch, the Boy and I went back to our hotel. There is no nicer way to burn calories than by having aggressive, kinky, rough sex so ....
In the past week apart, he's told me he's sure I can squirt because of my multi-o tendencies. He says he will make it his mission to determine if, in fact, I can squirt and see what happens. It is a mystery to us both if I can or if he can make it happen, so experiment we do.
Fingers rub inside me, reaching for my gspot ... while his mouth remains fully engaged on my pussy, licking, sucking, tempting my clit. This seems to go on for hours and I am panting ... gasp out that I need him inside me now ... he fills me and we fuck incessantly, each coming closer and closer to orgasm.
When its over, he pulls out and rolls over. Under me is a wet spot ... which I attribute to sweat and cum from us both ...
then I see the SIZE of the wet spot.
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