He was Horse Hung, part 2.
Jim had been in our hotel room for all of 45 minutes.
No...Dana wasn't finished. When Jim had rolled off Dana she raised up on her elbows again to look down her body. Her pussy lips were still open with rivulets of cum from her lips up past her belly button. She was smiling as she looked down between her huge tits. They had both enjoyed their mating. Dana reached over and began to slowly stroke Jim's enormous cock.
I had been standing beside the bed the whole time with a raging hard-on and she didn't want to ignore it. She reached for my hand so I could assist her off the bed.
Dana kissed me deeply as she stroked my cock. "I'll be right back, I know you want to fuck me." She went in the bathroom for a quick clean-up.
A few minutes later she walked back in the room and climbed up on the bed. She had brought a wash cloth from the bathroom and had thrown it to Jim.
She positioned herself on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. She shook her beautiful ass at me.
The invitation was intoxicating. I eased forward, placed my hands on her hips and rubbed my steel hard cock on her flared open lips. With little resistance I slid my cock in her dilated pussy.
I had been hard for at least 30 minutes with a string of pre-cum dripping off my cock. I had been watching her fucked by a huge cock. I needed to cum.
I could feel her attempts to bear-down in an attempt to ensure my cock enjoyed her flared out pussy.