As the glorious orgasm swallowed up the writhing girl, she could feel Bob's thick, hot jizz gushing up into her trembling, lurching fuck-hole.
"That's it, baby!" she shrieked, falling forward across his body. "Fill me up, honey! Squirt, baby, squirt! Shit, I love that hot jizz in my cunt!"
Screwing her cunt down tighter around the base of his spurting cock, she covered Bob's lips with her hot open mouth while his hands clutched her soft young ass-cheeks, pressing her even tighter against his spent body.
"Jesus," she giggled a few minutes later as she lay cuddled in his arms, "I never thought you'd ever get around to fucking me."
"I didn't know you were so fuckin' hot to trot," he whispered. "Christ, you've really got it all together.
"Wait'll you see what else I can do," she smiled, reaching for his limp cock. "Joan won't be home until after midnight."
CHAPTER TWO
Kim was walking on a cloud when she attended the press party the next evening with Bob. She was pleased with her own appearance in a light-blue cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that revealed most of her big lush boobs. The young girl was dazzled by the number of well-known dignitaries who were among the guests.
"Isn't this exciting?" she whispered when she saw a well-known member of the cabinet walk past where she was standing with Bob.
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he smiled, taking a drink from a tray that a waiter offered him. "What would you like?"
"Just a coke," she grinned, bubbling with excitement.
Walking among the guests with Bob, she was more than pleased with the admiring glances she was receiving from the male guests. God, if the kids in Kansas could see her now! She couldn't believe that she, Kim Sterling, was actually at this fantastic Washington cocktail party.
"My God," she suddenly gasped when she saw a handsome dark-haired man with a touch of grey at his temples. "Isn't that Senator Dunkirk?"