Despite having just cum buckets, my clit-cock stayed rock hard and twitched at the sight.
After Claire was satisfied she had ingested all the sticky evidence, she stood and stripped the rest of the way. Her chest was gorgeous. Heavy DD’s that youth still allowed to be perky, capped with large – and very rigid – areola. She had a neatly trimmed landing strip above her vulva, which was swollen and leaking with need.
She stood and walked towards the bed, placing her knees on either side of me and pushing me back, so I lay on the bed instead of being propped up.
“To answer your earlier question,” she started, while grabbing my still-rigid phallus and lining it up at her entrance. “No, I didn’t get to cum earlier.” Without further ado, she sank down onto my girl-dick until her ass was resting on my thighs. She was tight, but with so much lubrication, she slipped in easily.
We both cried out in unison. Her for what she’d been craving all afternoon, and me because my cock was still sensitive after my orgasm.
She ground her clit into my pubic bone and shuddered in a mini-orgasm. I could feel her vaginal canal clenching on my cock in time with her body’s shaking.
After a minute, Claire adjusted to my girth and started moving up and down, beginning the journey to the same type of orgasm with which she had so eagerly gifted me.
She kept the pace moderate, but was slamming herself down so hard that I could feel the head of my cock bumping into her cervix. Many women find it painful to bottom out on a cock like that, but apparently she was in the group of girls that liked the feeling. And liked the feeling a lot, judging by her reaction.
The loud “SLAP SLAP SLAP” sounds accompanying each thrust were wet as well, given that her juices covered both our thighs.
Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were unseeing. I grabbed one of the breasts that were bouncing in my face and held the nipple towards my mouth, grazing it lightly with my teeth before circling it with my tongue, and then finally suckling it into my mouth.
Her reaction was to pick up the pace, still slamming forcefully onto my cock. I placed my other hand on her curvaceous rump and began pulling her waist down while at the same time thrusting up into her dripping cunt.
I could hear how wet her pussy was with my cock moving in and out of it. That stirring-macaroni sound that indicated she was absolutely soaked. The slapping sounds increased in pace and intensified further. It reverberated off the walls and I spared a moment to hope that Josh ran into traffic, otherwise he’d be home very soon.
She continued building speed until the slapping sound was almost constant. She leaned forward and put her hands on either side of my head for more leverage, and increased her pace further. By now it seemed as if she was in a frenzy, fucking me as fast and hard as she could. I now had both hands on her ass, pulling down and thrusting up, keeping her nipple trapped in my mouth and sucking on it throughout our frantic session.
“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Her grunting sounds accompanied each “SLAP” and began to increase in pitch. I knew she was getting very near an earthquake of an orgasm.