I gripped her phenomenally succulent booty, worshipping her rich toned flesh. My tube was emptying into the depth of her cauldron.
She vibrated with mother nature‘s gifts of spasm and pulse.
I reached forward and took hold of gorgeous swinging D-cups and squeezed. It set her off again; now we both shook with orgasmic cascades and drenching fluids.
I felt lightheaded as we melted to the floor. We lay on our sides, coupled, panting; cum oozing.
We kissed deeply, sloppily, then groaned.
“Sonofabitch! Need (pant) more! Get up, Professor.”
“Please?” I teased.
“Fuck that!” Ass slap! “Up!”
Magically, I was.
