He fucks her.

For all that was happening, John certainly didn’t seem to fit the part of a ****. Very calm and delicate, he lowered himself between her legs, the head of his cock rubbing slowly up and down her glistening blonde mound. She whimpered and moaned like a whore, drawing her fingers up to her heavy breasts, rubbing and kneading the tender flesh. Catching her nipples between thumb and forefinger, she squeezed and twisted as hard as she could, eliciting a gasp from between her lips.

Through all this, John wore a blank stare, though he relished the feelings flooding through himself as well. Normally, he would not be so swift in his actions. Normally, he would tease this girl for a while, show her true orgasmic bliss before plunging within…but he didn’t want to waste his time. So, in one swift thrust, he buried all thick, eight inches of himself within the girl’s dripping pussy, spearing her to the core. She screamed in appreciation, back arching off the stage floor.

Tight walls clamped around him, milking his erection for all it was worth. However, he met no resistance from a hymen; the girl had long since been deflowered. Thus, he felt no need to take it even remotely slow. Nicole had done this before- she could take some **** to it. So his fingers dug into her hips, and he began to thrust long, hard, and deep. However, he put no speed to it as of yet, which drove the girl beneath him crazy. With each thrust she writhed and squealed, back arching and sweat dripping. She wanted it hard. She wanted it fast. She wanted him. Her legs snaked around him, wrapping him in their tight embrace.