Sophia felt the sweet release as Justin came inside of her.  She did not cum again, but she felt a pleasured satisfaction that nearly equaled it simply looking into his face and clinging to him as he let go.  She was paying him, that thought was in the back of her mind.  But she couldn't believe that in that moment, with that look on his face and that ferocity in his body, that he was thinking about it.  She was sure that for at least that moment they were simply two lovers, fucking.  If he could do this, fake this, then he deserved every cent and more.<br/><br/>Justin came for a long time, and with the raw abandon that she remembered from her youth.  It gave her a strange sense of pride to feel the way he thrashed and then went still, like she had done something wonderful.  He didn't even let her go when he was done, he was that strong, able to hold her up in the air even as he swooned a bit on his feet.  He bit her and kissed her, his hands roaming like two more mouths across her skin.  Sophia knew that in bedrooms all over the city men were rolling over and snoring next to women her age, but she had the one who stroked her sopping wet thighs, where their juices mingled, sucking on the tender skin of her neck.<br/><br/>"Oh my, Justin," she cooed finally, catching her breath.  She could hang here like this all night, letting him take her weight, but knowing that she had reached him beyond all that strength.  "Oh my."