This was the first time I saw Thorne in the clutches of a powerful orgasm. He wheezed and gasped like a man struggling to draw his next breath. His nostrils flared as he drew back his lips into a tight grimace, gritting together his white teeth and roared out his ecstasy. His hips rapidly and repeatedly strained upward a few inches, rocking and shuddering, then slapped back down on the cushion. His powerful fingers dug into the soft cushions of Becky’s buttocks, making her shriek with anguish and squirm on his c**k.
Thorne grunted and gasped time after time until his c*m glands were wrung out and empty. With a great, prolonged sigh, he relaxed and opened his eyes. He smiled at Becky and caressed her breasts affectionately. “You were a good girl. You don’t have to be trained or punished an
