As his shrinking dick pulled out of me, I glared down at him, pouting. “Is that all you’ve got, you big lug?” I scolded, “All those big muscles and you only last two minutes?”
He just grunted and lay there.
I looked around. Shelly had finished her client off – he lay there, his dick limp and spent. Shelly herself was idly toying with his nipple.
“Isn’t there a real man here, who can really finish me off?” I asked, in as sultry a voice as I could manage.
Steve rose from the couch. He was so sexy – not as big as the hulk underneath me, but ten times as hot. His muscles were tight and round, and his dick was becoming hard. I got off of the hulk, and rushed toward Steve, desperate for him. He picked me up with his strong arms, and lowered me onto his rock-hard manmeat. I writhed in ecstasy, as he came in to the hilt. My hands were all over him, desperately grasping and clawing, while my full lips whispered encouragement. He began to buck and thrust, driving into me like some sort of wild fuck-fiend. I rained kisses upon him, and he responded with an eager mouth and tongue.
He turned, and we fell onto the couch. His dick popped out briefly, but he was atop me again in a flash, pounding away with a fury I had never before seen. He ground his body into mine, and my sensitive nipples went wild in response to the feeling of his body against mine. I could feel my orgasm approaching, as the pleasure within me built towards the inevitable climax. I moaned softly, my hands grasping his firm, muscular ass, which I pulled towards me. He responded by thrusting even harder into me, all caution and reserve now lost. The pleasure within me built, and then climaxed, and I came. A low, drawn-out moan of ecstasy escaped my lips, as Steve continued to plow me, a grin on his handsome face. He knew that he was the only one that had been able to give me what I truly wanted, both earlier and now again.