Adult Blogger: COLLEGE WILD PARTIES remained atop Mrs. Morgan as she rode through her orgasm, his assaulting fingers keeping a steady beat across the tender flesh of her clit. When her body finally settled, porn-star tits still quivering atop her tiny torso, sweat streamed from her pores, leaving her naked body glistening from the light rack that hung above the pool table.
"You are one nasty young man, Dan," she breathed, her eyes still hooded in post-orgasmic bliss.
"You're pretty depraved yourself," he responded with a smile, climbing off the prone woman and from the pool table. He lent her a hand as she scooted her sweat- and fluid-soaked body to the edge of the pool table. On her feet, she bent to retrieve the Prada heel that had been kicked off earlier.
As she kicked the other one off and threw them both on the couch, Dan led Mrs. Morgan by the hand, her ostentatious diamond rings pressing into his palm, from the library and back down the hallway toward the television room. They padded quietly across the hardwood floors behind the couch upon which Mr. Morgan had passed out. When they entered the kitchen, Dan whispered to her, "Where's the olive oil?"