Missionary

Getting his rocks off was the most important goal, but his mind kept getting drawn to memories of her cleavage. He absolutely had to get a look at that as he fucked her. He used her arms to spin her around, almost tossing her onto the bed, moving quickly between her legs, one hand moving between her breasts and pushing her back down, the other undoing his pants, pushing both the pants and underwear down, his cock springing free. Gloria gasped as it popped free, for a moment forgetting to fight, giving Phil the opportunity to grab her wrists and pin her hands next to her head.

"Don't," she cried out as she felt the tip of Phil's cock press against her labia. Phil only grinned as he pushed his hips down, the tip of his rock hard cock easily finding the tight hole below the neatly trimmed landing strip. Gloria hissed through her tightened lips as she felt Phil's cock thrust deep into her.

"So fucking tight," Phil murmured, looking down their bodies to see her breasts, up to her mouth, then down her body again, his eyes coming nowhere near hers even though he was deep inside her. He began to thrust, his torso suspended above her body so he could watch his cock slip in and out of her, and watch the jiggle of her breasts as he did so.

Phil had lusted after Gloria for so long, dreamed of being in this exact position, he knew he wouldn't last long. He looked down at her breasts again, and decided to ...