He started pounding me so hard, the slapping sound of pelvis against pelvis, my ass colliding with the door. All that louder than his grunts and moans.

Even though he had the girth and length, he was not doing anything for me.

What was mentally exciting 10 minutes ago was boring physically now. I was waiting for him to cum. I owed that to him.

He kept on saying, 'So tight, so fucking exciting.'

The grunts louder, the moaning longer.

His sweat dripping onto my $500 blouse. Shit!

Hurry the fuck up Mr. Latin Lover.

Idea...

I wrapped my legs around his back.

'Errol, my son, fuck me, fuck Mommy...