<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">There was only one thing Jerry feared right now. That he wouldn't be able to hold his cum back until Cat was ready to cum too. She had increased the speed some more, was fucking him actually like crazy, like she wanted to hammer a nail in her body so hard was she plunging down on his hard member. Her moans filled the room like some flood and mixed with his own. Sweat was trickling in his eyes and he closed them tight. It didn't help in holding back, now he couldn't see her bouncing tits and her wide open mouth anymore but the feelings he experienced doubled. He was already sure that he lost it, when he heard her magic words and he felt her walls tighten around his dick. A long moan came out of his mouth when he let all the restraints fall and his dick started to fill the condom with endless jizz of thick cum. Sweat or no sweat, his eyes opened wide, searching for Cat.<br/><br/>Maybe it was his pulsating dick or Cat had already been sitting on the rim, but her muscles immediately clamped his dick and like an earthquake the waves of her orgasm rode over the sex goddess on his lap, making her shiver helplessly with her mouth wide open. Some animalic cry left her throat and Jerry could see a lonesome tear rolling down her cheek. They rode out their orgasms until Cat collapsed on him like a lump of wet clothes, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest and her mouth wide open and panting. Jerry would have liked to kiss her now, but like Cat he needed even the last bit of oxygen he could get now. Only his arms wrapped around her and held her to his body and he suddenly realised that he would probably remember this moment forever and revive it over and over again in his dreams. Them laying flush against each other, panting like swimmers who escaped drowning in the last second, their bodies hot and sweaty and overly satisfied and their brains filled with happiness hormones. <br/><br/>It took Jerry some minutes until he could actually breathe normal again and his hand reached up and pushed a dark lock of wet hair out of Cat's face. Her eyes looked up to him and he could see that they were full of happiness too.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"That was the fuck of my life, honey. I fought like a tiger to hold back until you came, but if you would have needed only a few seconds more I would have lost it. God, you are the eighth wonder of the earth, Cat. I know that I will remember this until the moment of my last breath. How can a girl be so incredible and not married? It is simply too good to be true..."</span> <br/><br/>Jerry meant every word of it. He would neverever forget this night and he was sure that he would never experience anything like this again with another girl than Cat. And more or less he admitted to himself that he wanted to repeat it, that he would try to see her again, if she would give him a chance. He really hoped she would give him that chance, regardless of his unsexy job and his lame life. But for now all he needed was some cold water to fight the fire inside of him.</div>