...is hardest to catch it all but some got on his face and shirt. He pulled off his shirt and jacket, then moved up to Gwen and kissed her, letting her taste her own sweet juices. She found it far less disgusting then she thought. In fact, she found she liked her own taste.
Ben broke the kiss and looked down at the girl of his dreams. She laid down on the floor, sweaty, hair splayed out, privates exposed, panting from post-orgasm. She was a mess, and he still thought she was gorgeous.
Gwen was still horny and began to rub her cunt. "Ben," she said. "I want you. In need you inside me. Please, fuck me Ben."
Ben looked at her in shock. He knew things were going fast, but he hadn't expected this. He figured after her first orgasm she'd come to her senses and their fun would stop, instead she had even less sense then before. "You sure Gwen?"
"You doofus!" she screamed. "Just fuck me damn it!"
"Easy Gwen," Ben replied. "I just want to know you're sure."
"Yes," she replied huskily. "Please. I'm sorry for yelling. I just need it so bad. Please, I'm begging you, please fuck me."
"Okay," he replied. Ben pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard-on.
Gwen looked down in shock. Ben was big. He wasn't huge to her knowledge, but it was big enough to make her worry. She l...