<strong>EJ - Stock Room - Bangin'</strong><br/><br/>Isis groaned each time her body dropped and slammed to meet EJ's thrusting hips.  Her grip, everywhere, grew tighter and tighter around him, forcing him to work harder and harder to lift her body.  Long slow strokes soon gave way to short but deep thrusts as her sex clutched the base of his throbbing cock.  EJ used his weight of his upper body to suspend Isis against the wall.  His hips, slowly, deliberately rocking and grinding mercilessly against her clit, drove his cock deep.<br/><br/>Her wetness was beginning to pool at the base of his balls.  The moans, sighs and stream of obscenities were motivation for continuing the assault between her legs.  Sometimes his ego got the best of him when the women responded this way.  It became about him.  It was a challenge to see if he could get them to "tap out", beg him to stop.  Little did they know that only added fuel to his fire.<br/><br/>Their breathing was heavy and labored.  Sweat streamed off both of them, bathing them in a slippery sheen of sweat.  He felt the familiar tingle in his balls.  His pounding became more aggressive.  Isis whimpered in his ear then began to shudder.  As he was building to his release, Isis, exhausted, released him and collapsed in a heap on his shoulder.<br/><br/>His rigid cock throbbed, still wrapped in the moist heat between her legs. He held her close, letting her regain her breath and her composure.  He eased her down to the floor and removed himself from between her legs.  Wiping himself off, he put his clothes back on and apologized for having to leave.  "I really need to get back.  You. . . have a gift."  With that, he turned and made his way back to the bar, full hard-on still in effect, where there were people waiting.