Douse Nina

No pun intended, but when the issue of where to finish comes up, my first and only thought is fuck it.

I release her hair in favor of grabbing her hips, slamming her hips back at me everytime that I thrust into her. Nina's head lowers a bit.

To be completely honest, sometimes I have a seriously random and completely unrelated thought when I approach orgasm.

Serious Series: Final Thrust

Nina's hair arcs over her head, flying backwards as she lifts her head suddenly on my final thrust. My fire hose swells inside of her as if back up before I spray down her insides.

Nina gasps and moans, shaking on me again in another climax. We sit there for a few minutes, my cock pulsing in post ejaculation every time I try to pull out.

Finally, I can get out. I tease her one last time by pressing her clit, causing her to shudder. I take a step back and allow Nina to get up. Quickly we dress as the train comes to a full stop. I grab her bag and we exit the train in the midst of the crowd.

Random people clap my shoulder or lightly punch my shoulder in congratulations and I can only imagine Nina may be getting similar attention. However, when I look at her, she seems perfectly fine. Content. Her skin has the slightest sheen and seems to glow.

We make our way to the parking garage on the right of the station without incident. After placing her bag in the trunk, we pile in.

Nina rolls down her window as I peel out of the garage, the wind whipping tendrils of black silk around nympho's face.