When she was done flooding my c**k with her juices it was my turn. I grabbed a fistful of her hair in one hand and held her thin hip in the other and using her hair like a bridle, pulled her on and off my rod.
She never stopped cumming as her screams rend the air like a melody. I closed off the room, putting a shield around us so that no one would hear. If they should overhear her by mistake and have any kind of reaction it would not end well.
It took three more bouts of wild f*****g for me to get my fill and by then she was out again. I eased my arms from around her and pulled the covers up over her in the cool room before walking naked into the bathroom.
In the shower I leaned my hands against the wall and bent my head letting the water run down over me as I relived the evening's eve
