Oh, yeah, how could I ever live on without having his cock inside me...
Guys... They are so predictable. I'd have waged my left hand that he would fall for my pussy.
However, laughing out loud at his insinuation wouldn’t probably help me getting him were I want him. So I don’t say anything at all but just get hold of his dick. Stroking it I’m pulling him towards me, my legs spread wide. My other hand is playing with my pussy. After all I don’t want him to fuck my „fica seca“.
It doesn’t take him too long to cum, fortunately. I don’t know if he really believes I came too, but then again he seems to be too preoccupied with himself and he very likely doesn’t give a damn anyway. And neither do I.
„That was good, Jason. A good fucking was exactly what I needed. We should do that again when we 'ave more time at 'and.“ I kiss him on the mouth, roll out from under him and head for the bathroom, feeling his eyes on my ass.

The ice cold water hits my face and shoulders and I scrub myself thouroughly. When I step out of the bathroom, refreshed and smelling of soap, Jason has left. The fucking has left me hungrier than i was before. Better hurry up before they have eaten everything.

I don a pair of short jeans and a tank top and head for the dining room. Michael and Marigay are spooning soup. Soup? Damn. How about a steak? I had hoped for some large peace of beef like they serve you in Argentina, almost raw, the blood oozing when you cut off a slice. But ok, well, soup it is.
Jason hasn’t arrived yet.

„Bon appetit, Marigay and Michael. Now tell me, 'ow is life?“ Fucking rotten, I hope, if not now than pretty soon. And judging by their stares that’s pretty exactly what they hope for me too.