The trouble with fucking, Dan told himself, was that it left him hornier than ever afterward. Lorraine hadn’t left more than fifteen minutes ago and already Dan’s prick was stretching way out and was as hard as a rock. He lay there thinking of Lorraine’s body, her big, swinging tits, her hot, tight cunt, the smoothness of her skin, and every memory caused his prick to pulse an inch longer, a little bigger around, a fraction harder.
“Jesus,” he breathed as he started to fondle his warm, sensitive cock. His hand tightened on the hard-soft shaft. He moved his fist up and down and thrilled as the tight foreskin rolled back and forth over the big, red, swollen head. He wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck. He could never get enough out of just one broad, he had to have at least ten a day and even then he usually wasn’t satisfied.