The Conference Ball
I finally sat up enough to help him off with his clothes. I had as much trouble with his sansa-belt slacks as he’d had with my bra earlier. But he helped out, and I found him hard and hot. He lay on top of me, his cock rubbing against my underpants. My clit began trembling against his heat. He reached inside, stroking my clitoris. “You’re so wet,” he murmurred. “I’m not usually THIS bad…” I said, running my hands up and down his back. My underpants were literally dripping from six hours of thinking about him and a half hour of foreplay. Already, waves of pleasure were streaming through my body. I remembered some of the net jokes about “If this is just foreplay, tonight is going to kill me.” I wondered what my husband would think if I died in the arms of another man… I leaned forward and tentatively took his penis in my mouth. He was longer, but narrower than what I was used to. He moaned, working my underpants off. I sucked on him harder, feeling his cock get even hotter. ..[continue reading]..
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