The orgasm crashed though her in seconds the instant his c**k impaled her cunt.
He f****d ruthlessly. Determinedly. Stretching the screwing out for as long he could bear it. She loved every minute of that forceful s*x act. How he pounded her into that decaying tree trunk, and how that stump scratched her breasts and belly, and how he said, when he couldn’t bear to hold back an instant longer, “c*m, you sorry wench.”
She came again, with another multi-orgasmic explosion of libido.
He came, too, with a deep guttural groan and several forceful thrusts.
Fact was: her cumming didn’t begin with his c*m, you sorry wench. Maybe she’d tell him the truth later, that she climaxed with that first powerful thrust of his c**k. Maybe he already knew. Maybe he’d punish her for failing to wait. She d
