Down the hatch

You make a small grunt and power-wash the back of her throat with your cum. You again expect her to gag, but she swallows it professionally.

"Hmm... well no taste is better than a bad taste," Phoebe mutters under her breath.

Her pussy is aching and in 1 simple motion, you find yourself on the floor with Phoebe on top. She lies on you for a moment, waiting for your penis to harden. She whispers naughty things in your ear which soon has the desired effect. The horny slut finally stands herself up-straight. A searing desire grips her loins; Phoebe impales herself on your penis, releasing a cry of anguish and satisfaction.

"Lets get started," she moans.

Phoebe jackhammers her body into you. Roughly pounding herself, letting much of her weight carry her down. She is driven wild. Your penis is in perfect alignment: with every stroke her G-Spot is grinded against. If her body was made of metal, fiery sparks would be the result of her furious pistons.

Your cock ignites from the very beginning, seized, suffocated, and immolated by her vaginal muscles. Dominated by pleasure Phoebe moans, writhes, and groans with every buck. Although it only lasts 2 minutes, your furious love-making feels unbelievably good. Unconsciously, your legs ensnare Phoebe as you felt yourself climaxing.

"Phhhoooobeee!" you cry out, your dick is spasming and the head of your dick rubs roughly against the end of her.

"I'mm commminng!"

Oblivious to your words she blindly screams,

"Fuckmefuckmefuckme FUCK ME!"

Both of you are lost in the moment as you climax together. You both collapse on each other.

Ten minutes later you awake, in an embrace with Phoebe. You stare up at Trish's location, not finding her. You totally forgot about her during that heated session... maybe it would be best to sneak out.