Behind her now, his c**k moves forcefully, lunging into her entrails, moving briskly. Two days of her have been enough to have him frantic for this climax. He holds back for a time, but then picks up speed because his body demands it. In his younger days, he might have f****d her for an hour before he came. But it’s just minutes now. The explosion floods him, exhilaration sweeping veins, fissures, nerves and body valleys, places where he hasn’t been for years now. He holds her hips within his hands, afraid of letting go, afraid for himself that he’ll never find another one like her. He has his regrets all wrapped up in this awesome moment of climax, filling him, relentlessly pressing on him, the way his c**k pressed for its satisfaction seconds ago.
He relaxes, eases, withdraws and lets
