pussy. She swore, and pushed back against his hand, just as she cupped his head and pushed it back to her tit. His rock solid prick was poking hard into her hip now, and she reached for it, gripping it firmly in her hand, even at the awkward angle, and started to pump it wantonly.
He moved to her other breast, pushing a second finger in to join the first now, and began fucking her to the same beat of her fist. She remembered the first time they had done this, back in the office, so intense and passionate, his hand inside her, hers on him, getting one another quickly to a brink they would never come down from.
She hissed and sighed, and let go of his cock, grabbing for his balls and squeezing them.
He rolled onto his back and she quickly slid down the bed, pushing her mouth easily over his swollen tip and down his long, thick, solid length. She loved feeling him in her mouth, especially when he grabbed her head like that and held her as he fucked her face.
She moaned against him, and reached between her legs to resume the fingering of her own clit. The bed rocked with his powerful thrusts, and she grunted each time he slapped back into her throat.
It was delightful; it always was.
He sighed and let go of her head, releasing her, and she let his prick slip from her mouth with a contented slurp, leaving a rope of saliva between her lips and his tip. She sucked it up and grabbed his cock in her hand, feeling her own moisture against the solid flesh.
As she slid back up his body, wanking him slowly, she fed her breast into his eager mouth once more, and he found her asshole again with his trapped arm and hand. She swore as he pushed it gently inside a little, and it just made her want what was in her hand.
Her legs curled over his waist and she sat up, trapping his prick against his abdomen with her hot, wet pussy. She planted her hands on his granite-like chest and started to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her lips and clit against his prick, coating him with another type of cream now.
He licked his lips and stared up into her eyes, his hands on her hips, guiding the speed of her pussy massage now. She was so desperate to feel it inside her though, but teased herself for as long as she could. It was only when he spoke that she could no longer resist.
“Fuck me,” he instructed with a hoarse whisper.
When she pushed herself down his shaft, spreading her lips and pussy around him, they both gasped with delicious and delighted wonder. She sat on him for a moment, feeling him fill her up, luxuriating in the feeling, before she started to slowly, sensuously fuck him, the way he always loved to begin with, staring into his eyes, her breasts like pendulums swinging above him.
He reached up and squeezed them, finding her nipples with his fingers and treating them just how they needed to be treated. Her hips rocked, and she slid up and down his long length, working up some speed now, until he leaned up and sucked on her left tit, then her right, then back again.
She moaned, deep, guttural, whispering expletives and prayers as the arousal in her body grew and grew. It began to gather and swell, trapped behind a dam, ready to burst any moment.
“Come for me,” he sighed.
Her body tensed and she let it all go, coming for him, eyes closed, lost in the moment, surrounded by lights and stars as every nerve ending in her body quivered with perfect delight.
“Good girl,” she heard from the darkness, and it made her fuck him harder now, riding him vigorously and with deep abandon. Her tits bounced above his face, and he stared up at them, his prick growing even bigger within her.
She came again, harder this time, and more vocally, looking to the ceiling and calling it no end of names.
“I want feel your come inside me,” she gasped, rocking her hips again, pulling out and pushing back down with powerful thrusts that slapped between their bodies.
He was so close, and she just wanted to feel that release.
And he