“Happy Birthday,” I whispered into her ear.
As we lay in the moonlight flooded room, our bodies wrapped around each other, still hot and sweaty from loud, screaming sex, I inhaled deeply the unfamiliar odor of a new woman. I loved the smell – it pulled me to its source. Her gorgeous, miraculously tight, fucked pussy. Descending down her body, licking her startlingly dark nipples en route, I placed my face in front of her pussy lips, opened the wide labia, and took a deep breath of her inner cunt. I stuck my tongue deep inside her.
“Ooooooh, don’t you ever get tired?” she moaned, writhing her hips so that my face was smeared with her juices.
I felt my cock come back to life. If you had told me 12 hours ago that I would raise my mast again less than 15 minutes after cumming, I wouldn’t have believed it. But then, who would have thought being stuck in a stressful relationship, I would be in a hotel bed, cumming explosively into the pussy of a married woman I had met only that day.