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"Oh fuck," was all he said, as he slumped over on top of me. His big body completely covered me, as he mashed me down onto the carpet. Still inside me, he kept a slow, side to side grind going. I could feel his hot breath in my ear as he panted, trying to gain his composure.

"Oh baby. That was fuckin’ great," he whispered in my ear. He rolled off of me, onto his back and lay there on the floor, spent. My dick was till hard, and I wanted to get rid of another load, before he took off. Turning around, I quickly gulped down his semi hard cock and held it deep in my mouth. Savoring the taste of my ass, mixed with his cum, I started to stroke my cock.

"I ain’t got anything left, baby," he said, patting my head. I didn’t care. I buried my face in his bushy pubic hair and let his cock simmer in my mouth as I stroked furiously, edging close to another orgasm. It was upon me even faster than I had expected. As I began to groan around his cock, I felt him reach down and pull my face even harder into his crotch. The second he did that, I groaned loud around his cock and shot my second load all over the carpet. Dropping my own body down, I lay with my head on his belly, recovering.

"I feel like I wanna go to sleep now, but I gotta get home. The wife is probably mad as hell, holding dinner for me."

"No problem. I understand." Although it would have been nice to just lie there and enjoy his bearish body, I knew he had to go. I saw the wedding band when I first walked around the house and saw him. He got up from the floor, walked to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. I went downstairs and waited at the kitchen table while he got dressed. Hearing him thump down the stairs, I stood up.

"I guess we’ll get started sometime next week then on your roof. I have a guy that works for me that will be glad to see your room," he said, laughing loudly.

"Maybe by next week my ass will be back to normal." Walking him to the door, I felt good as he patted my ass and gave it a good squeeze.

"I think I’m gonna have to come back and inspect the work they’re doing at the end of the day, make sure there are no holes that need to be filled," he said, pushing a finger between my cheeks and tweaking my tender hole.

"Fine with me. Anytime you want big guy. I’ll show you some more tricks," I said, rubbing his denim covered crotch. He laughed and walked out the door. I watched him as he heaved his big body into his work truck and drove off. I couldn’t wait for the inspection.