As long as he can keep it up

Gunnar was impressed by how well Fawn got into writhing and grinding as she let her blouse fall away and then slipped off her crisply neat skirt. He wondered if there was some secret natural "inner stripper" to women's personalities -- or if Fawn had ever actively pursued the art, for business, pleasure, or both. It certainly did wonders for his "inspiration" as he stroked away.

"Fawn, get the camera -- I'm going to do it any second," he warned.

Fawn obeyed, and none too soon as within seconds of her aiming back at his cock the bag went SNAP! with the first powerful pulse of ejaculation. Fawn was clearly amazed as he kept on pulsing and filled the large bag halfway. When at last he was done, she quit clicking and gingerly took the bag from him.

"I'd better refrigerate this for right now," she said, and she did. "Maybe later I can find a big jar or bottle and sterilize it. You know, it's not often, but some women find huge cumshots incredibly hawww -- " She stopped as she took a new look at him. "What the fuck -- you're still hard!"

It was true. Gunnar was finding the sight of Fawn in her skimpy lacy undies magnificent enough to keep him up.

"I seem to need even more intense stimulation," he teased her.

She gulped. "Ah -- maybe I can fix you up with one of the girls in my club."

But Gunnar grabbed Fawn and gently guided her back against him, preventing her from getting to a phone. "But I already have you."

Gunnar chuckled to himself. She was shivering! Her knees were actually starting to knock -- although her nipples were bulging as big and hard as buckeyes against her blouse. Her trembling hand reached back to probe and squeeze his pulsating shaft, as his own hand slipped down to find her panties sopping wet with oozing lubrication.

"You're ... so big!" she barely whispered. "I ... don't know ... !"

He understood, that she was as scared as she was fascinated -- and that the combination was turning him on ferociously.