She had placed a chilled bottle of wine nearby with glasses and had also left the…ummm…accessories as well. Another finish. He was content to let her guide him, speeding up slightly as she quietly directed him in between her gasps and growing expletives; growing in volume, growing in rich vulgarity as their sexual passion overcame them. “Ok, a little more,” she said, and Andy obediently complied, some remote part of his brain marveling at his control, how he didn’t reply to his deep and feral need to bury his cock in her as quickly and deeply as he could. At this, her rocking paused, Andy gripped her as he rolled them over, as she laughed out loud in the midst of her climax, as he began thrusting into her again from above, as a second orgasm shot through her, as his entire body seemed to seize and finally as his cock resumed its now familiar pulsing, his ropes of cum stopped only by the condom.
