Wall Street types will tell you the guy with the most money is the most successful. XXX I began to despair of ever satisfying Jill. We both caught our breaths as I continued to slide in and out of her slick tunnel at a more sedate pace. “Mmmmm. “I love showing myself to you. “Insects. “Some people might say so,” I said, “but it depends on how you define success. “Bacteria win that contest easily. I’m just trying to catch you up.”
Jill’s body began shaking with laughter at that, and the vibrations as I lay across her soft bulk felt like the Magic Fingers in a cheap motel bed. She reluctantly pulled her fingers from her pie and laid them in mine, her dripping juices mingling with Jill’s. “You seem pretty slutty yourself right now.”
“Hey!” she cried, still a little addled from her recent climax.
