as the cum , boiling in his balls gushed up ward through his shaft and bursting from his glans in thick spurts.
Roland collapsed atop her as Justine ’s cunt tugged at his cock in relentless pulses milking every ounce of seed from him as he reveled in the sensations shooting from his cock.
When his cock finally stopped spewing its seed, Roland pulled Justine to him, his prick still held within her, and rolled fully onto the bed as the couple spooned in erotic splendor.
Satiated and weakened, Justine nestled into the curve of Roland’s arms, his hips pressed tight to her buttocks. Giving him an approving squeeze of her cu nny on his softening cock, Justine whispered, “Thank you.”
Roland barked a weak laugh. “Oh, dear Justine . You are just too much.” His hand’s caressed the sweat streaked strands of strawberry locks from her neck as he planted a kiss on the back of her neck. “If anyone should be expressing their gratitude, it’s me. You’re incredible.”
Justine blushed at the welcome praise, snuggling closer into his arms, her head resting on his biceps as she glowed with the pleasure of feeling his cock twitch inside her no longer virginal pussy.
“How did you ever learn to do that trick?” Roland asked, his hand resting on her breast idly stroking the soft flesh.
“What? You mean this?” Roland ’s softening prick felt Justine ’s vaginal walls ripple along the length of his shaft.
“Ungnggghhh….” Roland moaned as Justine ’s cunny stroked his length. “Yeah…that…” he groaned as Justine continued her fantastic massage, bringing him to new life within her. His hips thrust forward as his cock lengthened inside her.
This time Roland managed to last quite a bit longer as the newly formed couple explored each other with languorous ease.
When morning came, Justine found herself alone in the bed. Sheets stained with sweat and co-mingled juices lay in a jumble at her feet.
Rising with an unfamiliar stiffness in her loins, Justine looked about the room until finding Roland in the bathroom. She watched through the walls as he emptied his bladder, fascinated by the sight of a man urinating standing up.
When he turned and lowered himself to the commode, Justine hastily turned away. There are just some things I don’t want to see , she thought.
Justine padded naked through the dawn light into the laundry room. Retrieving her sundress, she slipped it over her head just as Roland emerged from the bathroom. His morning erection st ood out from his loins as he went.
Justine , watching him from the kitchen as she prepared coffee, saw him idly stroking himself as he retrieved his boxers from the floor where they’d landed the previous night. The sight of him, his cock in his hand, caused her cunny to jerk with desire.
She couldn’t believe how quickly she’d grown to want a hard cock inside her. Far from an expert, she knew there was still much for her to learn about how to please Roland in bed. She looked forward to exploring him in all the ways she’d dreamt of in her dark world.
Pouring two cups, Justine padded barefoot back to the bedroom as Roland finished dressing. It was early still, but if they weren’t to be late for school, she needed to get home and shower and dress for the day.
“Mornin’,” Roland mumbled drowsily, thankfully taking the steaming mug from her hand as he pulled her into the curve of his arm giving her an easy embrace.
Justine kissed