She came and so did I. She laid down on my chest.I spoke for the first time, “I thought you were married.”“I am but I was horny and he wasn’t here but you were. I liked it a lot and want to do it again in a few.” We did and slept. She had set the alarm a few minutes early and pulled me between her thighs to use my morning wood.As she was sitting on the toilet she told me to just piss between her legs and I swear she moved so it would hit her. We showered together and headed for breakfast and our meetings.When they finished it was back to the room and a repeat of the day before. As she bounced on me I asked, “Why do you cheat on your husband, not that I’m complaining?”“Technically I’m not. He knew I’d get laid on this trip like all the others. He just doesn’t know who will be fucking me.”That puzzled me even more. “So do you fuck around a lot?”“Not at home because he’s there. I’ve been a twice-a-day girl since I started. He knew that when we dated and even when we were apart while. He yanked down her shorts, and then her panties, and bent her over the table.She heard the sound of his zipper, and felt his hot, rock-hard cock being pressed against her dripping wet slit. He easily slipped inside her, and she groaned loudly. He fucked her hard, deep, and fast, thrusting into her with such force that it shook the table. The naked men around the table were jolted by the sudden movement, but none of them moved from their spots nor removed their blindfolds or earphones.He thrust into her again and again, and she held onto the table in a feeble attempt to keep it from shaking. He was making a loud grunting sound, almost animal-like, and the sound only heightened her arousal. A tremendous orgasmic wave seized her just as he began to shudder and groan himself. She could feel a hot fluid filling her as he buried himself as deeply inside her as he could.Breathless, he hiked up his pants and returned to his chair. Rochelle gathered herself as well. Cum gushed from her.
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