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Date: 10/3/2023, Categories: First Time Author: byrebelxcarpenter
... shower. "Hang on," Gil said as he stepped out ahead of her. He yanked on the motel bathrobe and pulled a towel off the rack. Holding the towel open for Heather reminded Gil that it was often the intimate, thoughtful moments between the mindless passion that made sex so meaningful to him. His goosebumps got goosebumps when she accepted his invitation, and he got inexplicably teary while performing his duty as towel boy. "Mmm, that feels so good, Mr. G," Heather breathed as he rubbed the rough towel over her body. Gil found heaviness of her breasts and the curvy firmness of her ass delightful. "My hair is all wet, but I want us to go to bed, like, now." Gil handed her the towel so he could grab the cheap hair dryer and get to work. Heather stood still and proud, if not a little impatient, like the Birth of Venus in a cheap motel towel while Gil dried and brushed out her hair. The relentless throbbing of Gil's cock made it feel more engorged and erect than it had been in years. He worried that he would be a two-pump-chump even though his depression meds had turned him into a marathon man years ago. "There," he said, admiring his work. "All done." "Finally," Heather chided. She shrugged the towel off and twisted around, kneeling on the damp bathmat in front of Gil. "Wha...?" he asked in surprise. He was cut off by the cold breeze of his robe being yanked open followed by the wet warmth of Heather's mouth enveloping his cock. "Wha...oooh," Gil sighed. There ...
... was nothing quite like the relief of finally getting it inside. After some cotton candy caressing and lollipop licking, Heather went at his cock with a vigor and enthusiasm that was startling to him. He never got this close to the edge so quickly before. "Wait, wai...wai...wait!" Gil started to take hold of Heather's head in an effort to slow her down, pull himself back from the cliff but she just swatted him away and took him deeper. When he came to a moment later, he was still on his feet, still convulsing into Heather's mouth, but reality had been squeezed down to a small disk of light at the end of a dark tunnel. Gil braced himself against the sink, trying to shake off whatever had happened to him, while Heather leaned over the toilet to spit out his load. "Oh my god!" Gil finally gasped. "I think I...I think I blacked out!" The tunnel fell away but the bathroom was still shrouded in dark brightness. Gil looked down. Heather smiled up at him, her face smeared with slobber and a glob of his jizz. Her expression was the most devilish to ever grace the face of an angel. "I'm good at that, huh?" - Gil and Heather lay twisted together on the bed, naked and overheated and still breathing hard, but unable to let one another go for even an instant. "You said you blacked out? Has that ever happened before?" Gil had thrown off the covers, piled up the pillows, and collapsed there but didn't remember when Heather had joined him. Maybe she had always been ...