Tearing his face away from her crotch, Paul lurched to his feet. Ripping off his shirt, he tore his belt and pants open and freed his steel-hard c**k. The table was the perfect height. Standing over Brenda, his pants tangled around his ankles, he set the bulging knob of his phallus in her cunt and w-edged it in far enough to keep it from slipping out. Then he leaned over her, and grabbed her wrists. He pulled her arms straight and tight, and held them there in a straining victory reach.
Then, in full view of anyone who might be looking in the forty-first-story window, he bored his c**k straight up into her tight, dripping, clinging cunt. He felt his tower being swallowed by her hot flesh. He jammed his prick home in her belly until the full length was in her v****a and his hips were jamme
