Before You 0.5 by Joanna Blake, Pincushion Press Page B

over beside them.
                  Donnie hadn't had to work to get the brunette's top off. As usual, all he had to do was smile. He knew he had a nice smile. It crinkled his bright blue eyes just so.
                  It wasn't just his looks that got him so much tail though. He genuinely liked and respected women. They could tell. He always treated them well, even if he didn't stick around for long. He'd had his shirt cried on a few times over that, but it didn't make a difference. He had to move on, and quickly.
                  He just wasn't the settling down type.
                  He was the laying down type on the other hand...
                  He grinned at the girl sprawled out beneath him. Pamela her name was. Recently divorced. No spring chicken. But cute. And what a rack she had on her!
                  Donnie was definitely a boob man.
                  He pulled his shirt off and leaned down to kiss her. She was moaning and writhing underneath him as her giant breasts bobbed against his chest.
                  Hmmmmfff… Fuck, that felt nice.
                  He unbuttoned his pants and shimmied them off his hips to his knees. Then he rolled her over on top of him and smiled.
                  She giggled and straddled him, pulling her panties to the side. He groaned at the feeling of her slick pussy against him. He reached down and pulled a rubber out of his pocket.
                  "Put this on me would you sweetheart?"
                  She nodded and took the rubber out of it's wrapper. Then she rolled it down over him, using her mouth.
                  Damn! That was a first. She sucked him for a few minutes through the condom before shimmying up above him again. He grabbed her hip with one hand and his stiff prick with the other.
                  "Lift your dress up."
                  The girl complied and he watched as she slid down over him, enveloping him in her heat. He bit his lip and stared as she rode him slowly, building up a good, fast tempo. The girl was lost in her own pleasure as he enjoyed the show, her big boobs bouncing faster and faster until she threw her head back and came.
                  Loudly.
                  He raised an eyebrow and waited for her to be finished. Then he rolled her over without withdrawing and went to town. Donnie sawed his cock in and out of her quickly, wanting it be over for some reason. He worked his hips like a piston, drilling for oil.
                  Oh fuck!
                  He groaned as he felt his dick erupting inside her, his cum filling the condom. His hips jerked a few more times before he stopped, withdrawing quickly.
                  He smiled distractedly at the dazed girl on the floor. She looked satisfied. That was the point, wasn't it? To get them both off?
                  He wondered sometimes.
                  Donnie grabbed a dish towel and wiped his dick clean. Then he grabbed a beer from her fridge and drank it quickly. He offered her one but she shook her head.
                  She picked up the coloring book that Donnie had been buying when they met.
                  "You got kids?"
                  Donnie finished his beer and wiped the back of his mouth.
                  "No. A sister."
                  The girl sat up, not bothering to cover up her tits. He had lost interest in looking at them already.
                  "Awww, how old?"
                  "Eighteen."
                  Pamela's face twisted, making her look stupid. The next words out of her mouth confirmed it.
                  "Eighteen? What's wrong with her?"
                  Donnie grabbed his shirt and pulled it on over his