You don't want him to leave your pussy

"My... my pussy! Oh... God! Keep fucking me!" you cry out, your orgasm short-circuiting your brain. It hardly notices his words, or the fact that he's riding you bareback.

All of your boyfriends have been refined enough to know better than to have sex without a condom. None of them want an illegitimate bastard and so you've never had the need to go on the pill.

At the moment, though, you just don't want that dick to leave your pussy. His thick cock makes you feel fuller than you've ever felt before. Your spasming lips tighten against every bump of his dick as he jams himself up into you with extra **** for his final few thrusts.

Another orgasm howls through you, echoed by the loud cries from your mouth as Len starts grunting, continuing to fuck you as he spurts his cum, painting your walls with his white baby batter.

"... pics and videos of them all to the server... hey do you hear that?" you dimly hear Brandon saying, but at the moment you hardly hear.

Len finally stops bucking against you and you nearly slide down the wall as he pulls out, your legs feeling weak as baby's.

"Damn that good. You're a great fuck. I wish I could do it again, but..." he fishes out something from a pocket, but with the **** of the orgasm still echoing through you it's all you can do to stay upright against the wall. He tucks a paper or card into your purse, then reaches up to the light cord.

"I'm gonna turn off the light so when I go out no one will catch a glimpse of you. The door locks itself, so you can spend a minute getting yourself together, 'kay?"

You glance wearily up at his fat face with it's pockmarks and warts and nod. He darts forward quickly, planting his mouth on yours, plundering your mouth one last time with a slobbery kiss before pulling back with a grin.

A moment later the light goes out, and a moment later as the door opens and closes behind him.