Missionary.

Deborah answered by laying back on the bed and spreading her fabulously long, slender legs to welcome me between them. I hastily took up her invitation and she pulled me down on top of her -- my chest squished her breasts and her lips locked onto mine. She moaned in my mouth when my cock finally slipped between her wet folds and buried myself balls deep into her hot, tight snatch.

"Sam wants us to make love instead of just fuck," Deborah explained after breaking our kiss.

"Yeah, she's always the romantic," I chuckled as I slowly moved my hips. "She wants the babies to be conceived from love rather than unadulterated lust."

"We're not cheating because we kissed, right?" she asked before letting out a low moan as I increased the tempo of my thrusts.

"No we're not cheating," I assured her. "Our partners agreed to this with the full trust that we'll be having sex for the next few days in this motel. I think kissing doesn't make it infidelity."

"Good," she smiled and wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her heels into the back of my thighs. "Make love to me and give me a baby!"

I fiercely kissed her as I slammed in and out of her. She dug her nails into my back as I brought her to her first orgasm and kept pumping away. I broke our kiss so I could grunt against her neck and allow her to scream when she started to climax again. Her cries of ecstasy got me even more excited and I hammered her hapless pussy at an almost inhuman blur. Jesus, I wanted to continue fucking her non-stop but my body has its limit. When I felt her cunt convulse for the third time it pushed my over the edge and I flooded her womb with my seed.

She played with my hair and playfully massaged my still hard cock with her pussy muscles as I rested on top of her. "Oh my God, that was amazing," she whispered.

"Thanks," I groaned, pushing myself off of her. I looked over to the clock. "We still have half an hour."

She grinned at me. "I don't know how many orgasms I can handle!"

"Let's find out!" I laughed.