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Once my body started to convulse he took his mouth off me and starting jerking it as I shot cum all over my stomach. I told him that was awesome, in my post-orgasmic daze. I heard a drawer open and close but didn't really think anything of it. He'd come down and meet me at the bottom as I'd need his keycard to use the elevator. Probably the quietest and most awkward elevator ride ever. He tells me about himself, what he used to study and what he used to do for work.I have a shower and get dressed, then hop in my car and make my way there. I half expected him to whip it out then and there, but this is the real world - not Red Tube. After 5 or 10 minutes he asks if I want to get into the bedroom, just to sit on the bed as it's a bit more comfortable than standing around in the kitchen. He just wants me to be comfortable and he wants to get out of his clothes. He quickly removes his shirt and shorts - oh man, he's naked - and gets into bed.I can tell he's not familiar with this position, he's not thrusting or moving, and seems unaware that it is hard for me to breathe. I'm enjoying it though, and I've found that turning my head to the side gives me space to breathe comfortably. But I was scared and he had one hand pressing down on my back keeping me down as he ran his cock up and down my crack, teasing my hole.