Both of us stood up in our nakedness and started grabbing our clothes in the freezing air, but Vic stopped me. “I wondered what happened to you girls,” he said. Without thinking about the momentous action I was taking, I let him push me back on the bed. He lowered his pants enough to expose his equipment and climbed between my parted legs. He entered me as quickly as he could – I suppose he was afraid the cold would shrink things – and proceeded with fucking me while Veronica watched and finished getting dressed.
The cold air cut at the skin that was exposed, but the heat inside my sex and the warmth of his body on mine made up for it. His hands squeezed my breasts and his tongue played in my mouth. I pushed up against every thrust. Veronica began kissing my thighs as another orgasm swept over me and jets of Vic’s cum filled my pussy. He kept stroking my even after his ejaculation had ended.
When Vic pulled out, I just laid there exhausted. Veronica lovingly caressed my pussy, outside and in, as her husband’s seed oozed out. Suddenly I realized how cold I was and jumped up to get dressed. We all went downstairs and cooked the bacon and pancakes before we carried our breakfast to their warm house. Their microwave warmed the food that had chilled in the 15 degree crossing. Hot coffee took the ice out of my bones. As we wolfed down the food, Veronica asked me, “Are you OK with this?”
“I don’t know,” I replied.
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