Her man's shirt

Jim slowly woke up with a smile on her face, feeling little desire to move from her spot as Gerald's arm, wrapped protectively around her waist, gently pulled her body back into him. She was more than a bit sore, especially from the amount of sex they had what seemed only like hours ago, but she definitely didn't mind the feeling of his cock pressing against her ass. She even gave him a slight wiggle and rubbed him, causing him to laugh a bit and she felt his lips press against her neck, causing her to moan softly into the pillow.

"Mmm, morning, girl," he whispered into her ear.

Jim felt his hand slowly moving down her stomach until he reached between her legs and began to rub at her pussy, fingering her clit, and causing her to moan again, her voice raising yet another octave until she sounded rather high pitched naturally. "Mmm, mo'nin', sugah..." she replied, reaching behind her to cradle his head and held him down against her neck while grinding slowly against his cock. She felt her nipples growing hard and her pussy grew even wetter from his touch. She felt his hand lifting her leg up slightly and his body adjusting slightly until he slid his cock between her legs.

"Fuck..." she whispered, feeling her clit being teased and prodded by his cock pressing against it and shakingly, she reached between her legs and grasped him and moved until he was at her opening. She moaned again as his head slipped into her and then clutched him, pressing her head against his and kissing him deeply to muffle a bit of the yell as he pushed deeper into her body. Jim was already very turned on and the moment he went balls deep into her, she came for him. Gerald held her body to him as he pumped her and Jim kept cumming hard, pressing herself against him. She didn't resist, couldn't resist, as he slid out from her and pulled her body, still holding her bent over, until he had her bent over the edge of the bed with her legs splayed out, and he pushed into her again.

Jim barely could put two words together as she arched her back and her breasts pushed out. Her hair was matted and wet from the sweat pouring down her body and she grunted, panted, and sounded less like a human and more like any female animal being mated with by her larger, more domineering male partner. She rolled her hips, pushing and grinding her pussy against him, his cock was pushing deeper and forcing her whole body to focus solely on his need, his want, and as he gripped her hips, Jim could just weakly stand there and let out a loud moan before she lost her ability to stand, followed moments later by Gerald pulling out from her pussy.

"Fuck, babe, that..."

Jim didn't let him finish as she turned with the last bit of energy left to make a coherent decision, and wrapped her lips around him. He groaned as she used her mouth to suck and her tongue to twirl around his very sensitive head and he grasped her hair and pushed himself as deeply as he could. The first spurt of cum went down her throat, followed the second and third loads coating her tongue. She continued to bob her head and coax his body to release a fourth and fifth shot before he sighed and pulled his cock from her lips. She collapsed backwards onto the bed and Gerald, panting, brushed her hair gently before Jim fell asleep.

***

Jim looked around for a moment as Gerald had gone out for lunch with the guys and after taking a nice long shower, and equally long time to make sure her hair and makeup was done right, she spotted the quiz on the table next to her.

16.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT TYPE OF SHIRT WOULD YOU BE WEARING RIGHT NOW?

If I were a girl? What type of question is that? she wondered but with a smile, she jotted down her answer. I'd be wearing my man's shirt. Jim spotted Gerald's tank-top from the freshly done laundry and with a smile, she slipped it on. It practically draped over her body, doing nothing to cover her breasts that pushed up and out from the top and the side-boob action was definitely a sight to see. She smiled at that, though, feeling little need to do much else other than to slip on a pair of his boxers and with that, turned and changed the bedsheets and blankets. It was the least she could do for her man, especially after the epic dicking he gave her that morning.

She was about to set up something for dinner when she heard her phone buzz and saw it was her sister Angela. "Hey girl."

"Hey. Look, can we meet up at the mall in a bit? I need to get out of here."

Jim looked at the clock and then shrugged. "Sure, but just you or is Laura coming too?"

Angela seemed to be disgusted by the mention of the name. "No, I just need to get away."

Jim shrugged and after hanging up, she walked over to the closet and slipped on a mini-skirt and put on one of Gerald's college shirts, tied it so her midriff was showing, and then slipped on her boots with a 3 inch heel before picking her purse, jotting a quick note, and then heading out to the mall.

17.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU BE WEARING BRIEFS, BIKINI, THONG OR BOXERS?