A minute later, Johnny's rod flushed her tube with thick sperm. Amber went crazy, moving her hips and cunt on him like a jackhammer and pounding her titties in his face. She felt his balls slapping her in the ass. Crying out, the brunette sprayed his spurting snake with honey water again and again, until she went limp in his arms.

She woke up in her bedroom. Johnny was already dressed. When he saw that she was up, he sat down on the edge of the bed, bent over, and kissed her on the lips.

"You're not leavin' yet," she said, sighing deeply.

"I'll be back," he promised.

She looked at him. "You're not just teasin' me, are you?"

"Nope. How often does the average guy find a cunt as creamy as yours?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. How often?"

"Once in a lifetime."

He put on his coat. "Is your number in the phone book?" he asked.

She nodded.

He bent over and kissed her. "I'll call you tomorrow," he said.

Then he left the house.

Amber, as usual, had dinner alone that night. Hal had not come home yet. She had known better than to expect a phone call. Hal never called her to tell her that he'd be late.

She didn't care. She was so used to this treatment that, if Hal did act differently, she would think something was wrong. It wasn't his fault really. It was just the way Hal was.

After she cleaned up the kitchen, Amber took a long, cool bath, washed her hair, and lay down in bed. Half an hour later, she began to fall asleep.

An hour later, Hal came home.

She awoke to see him undressing a few feet from the bed. "You just get home?" she asked groggily.

He turned around and looked at her. "Didn't mean to wake ya up," he said.

"That's all right." Amber lay back down and closed her eyes.