Tom agrees
From Torg Adventure
Tom smiled warmly at Jo and said, "If it means I get more time to explore your delicious body, how can I refuse?" Then he leaned over and kissed her, his hands running up her sleek, dark skin and cupping her breasts. He broke away and continued, "And since Kansas City is only a few hours away, that means we have plenty of time to get there. How about a little exercise before breakfast?" He bent down and resumed kissing her.
Her hands pulled at his body; he could feel her lips grin through the kiss. Her fingers stroked his cock as he kneaded her tits. They kept like this for a minute, and then Jo broke the kiss and whispered into Tom’s ear, “If by ‘a little exercise’ you mean pounding my pussy with that wonderful cock of yours, then how can I refuse?” Then she pulled his head to her and resumed the passionate kiss. Her naughty talk had him filled with lust for this delightful, chocolate morsel. She also shifted to pull him closer to her and then on top, spreading her legs wide to accommodate his torso.
He kissed down her cheek and neck, and then trailed down her chest with licks and nibbles. When he found her large breasts, he devoured her nipples like a man denied food. Jo squealed and writhed, which planted his cock right in her cunt slit. He slammed his stiff log home in her welcoming body, creating even louder squeals in her throat. Now his tongue flicked madly on her nipple, fanning her passion to a roaring blaze.
He repeatedly plunged deep into her pussy, bumping his groin into her mound hard on every in-stroke. Her squeals soon turned to shrieks, and he bit on her nipple pretty hard, doubling his tempo. She screamed. He could feel her quim spasming around his meat, and he showered her insides with sticky cum, breaking off from her breast to groan his pleasure. They undulated in their mutual climax for some time and then just laid entwined in the bed, his cock still implanted deep in her hot, moist snatch. She frequently squeezed him internally while they rested, keeping him rigid inside her. They just looked in each other’s eyes with lust.
“To think it’s just nine o’clock, and check-out isn’t until noon,” she said as she rolled over with him lodged in her cunt. She began lifting herself up and down, resuming their lovemaking.
By one o’clock, they were back on the road. At about ten, they had paused long enough for Tom to dress and run to the nearby McDonald’s for some breakfast, only to go at it again until 11:30. Then they quickly threw their clothes into their bags, checked out, and headed over to the Red Rooster for a quick lunch. They thought that since breakfast had been fast food, they needed real food for the short trip to Kansas City.
The city sped past, and soon they were going past farms along the freeway, headed south.
What happens next?
