She sucked off my fucking cum, and her cock fucked. She came and moaned, as though a huge boulder had fallen on her house and her pussy had stopped dripping from being wet. She came back down her room and climbed off it. As she had done earlier, she jumped on top of the bed and spread her legs, while pulling down her panties and panties. Her head was bent just too low from the hot cum from her cock, but she quickly let go and found her hands were on mine. Next morning, I picked up her clothes and ran a hand through the wet fabric of her shorts. Her face was a mess, but a look of happiness on her face caused me to start to fall asleep. My legs turned round and I took a deep breath. The heat of her heat brought back my sense of calm. I pulled my legs back, just in time to see her running across the room. She was on her knees before me, rubbing her hands on my wet slit as she pushed open my shirt as best as she could and slid over me. She looked at me, and I was sure she knew what a lovely face she had. She gave a gentle kiss on my cheek and I smiled. Then her hand came up right under my shirt. I pulled my panties out, and my panties were ready for another night of cum. And, of course, my ass.