Do the splits

You stand slowly, pulling your fingers out of Tamara’s holes as you lick a few drops of cream from your face. She pants as she smiles at you, sweat starting to make her hair stick to her face and breasts. “That was amazing…and I don’t even know your name…”

“My name’s John, and you’re about to be screaming it,” you smile wickedly as you find a tall chair amongst the things in the storage room. Quickly you undress and sit in the chair in front of Tamara, pulling her a bit away from the wall to stretch her arms a bit…and allow you to move under her…your cock tip barely tickling the bottom of her moist opening.

Wrapping your arms around her legs, you spread them as far as they will go until Tamara is in essence doing the splits right above your cock. Then, without warning, you stand up, pushing yourself all the way into her in one thrust, pumping as deeply as you can into her cervix as you bite and nip at her bouncing breasts, the young shop clerk completely at your mercy.

“Oh my god!!!” Tamara gasps as you push yourself harder and deeper, your balls slapping audibly against her body as you dig your way into her womb. Tamara cums again, screaming, “Yes, John, harder! Give it to me!” Happy to oblige, you grab her hips and lean back as you ram her until a familiar swelling throb gathers in your balls.