Spaulding was grimly determined to hold on against the incredible rush of pleasure. He savored the slick smoothness of her rear channel, the tightness, the reflexive working of her sphincter that still half tried to expel him from her depths. He knew he could not hold out for long, and so he slowed his pace, pulling back and driving in, setting a slow even measured pace till he extracted a low groan of deep-seated pleasure from the impaled woman.
And then, when he was in all the way, and his springy pubic hair was grinding against the fulsome curves of Victoria’s solid butt, he clamped her flanks and jiggled his hips, ticking her innards with his prick. The sensuous woman moaned in plaintive surrender and he felt the first tremors of her excitement begin to spill over, the threat of the i
