She's a grateful girl

You hold her as she shudders through a last orgasm and into a purring afterglow. She wriggles herself on your impaling cock, giggling softly and happily. Sliding your arm around her neck your pull her back into a hungry kiss before squeezing her rump and pulling out of her.

"I'm good and gooey now," she chuckles. "Like I said, I'm a pushover for a hot older man. Especially one that can fuck the brains right out of me! Thank you Dean!"

"Thank you," you chuckle. "You're an inspiring girl Cindy."

"Mmmmmm....I like that you could do it again so soon. And so hard! I like it a little bit rough!" she giggles again. "Actually, I like it a lot rough sometimes! I love it when a strong man controls me, makes me do things...forces me!" You can see her eyes glittering again as she wriggles her jeans up her legs and realise the hot young vixen is getting herself worked up all over again. If you don't do something, you'll be forced to see if you can manage a third round, and after the day you've already had you're not sure you're up to it.

"Get on, I'll give you a ride to your friends," you say, heading off any thoughts she might have of a threepeat. "Do you think you can manage not to have another orgasm before we get there?"

"No promises!" she giggles, teasing you before climbing onto the bike behind you with a happy sigh. "Wow, Mr. Pender still hasn't unloaded these houses," she says, surprising you with the change of subject.

"What?"

"Oh...Mr. Pender, he's a big realtor in town? These signs are all his listings. This was a development that didn't do so well. I think he bought it up when it went bankrupt. It looks like he's still trying to sell them."

"How do you know him?"

"Oh...uhh, he's a big supporter of the school. I think his daughter went here a long time ago. He's always supporting stuff like that carwash that Julia CarrollTits organises, and the auction and stuff like that." You sense a change in her tone of voice. Suddenly there's a nervousness in her, replacing the giggling vivacity of the past. Part of your mind wonders what that's about, before she resumes her normal frivolous tone. "Fire it up Dean! I want to feel this bad boy rumble between my thighs again! See if you can make me come one more time!"