More physical sex with Carrie

Carrie and Paul are taking a shower together. They have been showering for a while now and both of them needed a break after the intense first fuck. Paul has a ceiling shower and they are standing close together and occasionally kissing each other. So far it has been about recuperating and spending time together in a wonderful setting.

Carrie leans her back against Paul’s manly chest under the warm spray. Her head resting on his shoulder. The water cascades over them washing away the sweat and the evidence of their stairwell adventure. Carrie’s body feels pleasantly sore. It is used in the best possible way. She turns her head slightly pressing a soft kiss to his damp skin.

“This is nice. Quiet. Just us.” Carrie whispers in the shower.

She reaches behind her with her fingers tracing idle patterns on Paul’s impressive stomach. Her voice is a low contented whisper.

“But I can feel you starting to recover. I can feel you getting hard against my back again. You don't do quiet for very long, do you Paul?”

Carrie turn in Paul’s arms. The warm water is slick between their bodies. She looks up at Paul, Carrie’s eyes bright with renewed interest and a playful challenge. Her hands slide down Paul’s sides to his hips. She continues to whisper.

“So what's the plan for the shower, Paul? Anything interesting on your devious mind?”

Paul moves closer and Carrie reaches forward for the first real kiss. Deep kiss with a lot of passion and great tongue activity. Paul lets a hand slide down on Carrie’s firm stomach and he starts touching her strong thighs. Finally he grabs her juicy ass. Paul is starting to get seriously involved and he tells Carrie.

“I have a plan for later. We talked about your resemblance to a Playboy Playmate. I was thinking we should role play later tonight. However Carrie I am very interested in your thoughts and desires. Maybe you are the one with an exciting idea.”

Carrie melts into the deep kiss. Her gorgeous body responding instantly to Paul’s touch. Her hands slide up Paul’s arms to his shoulders. She is holding on as the water beats down around them. When Paul mentions the role play idea Carrie pulls back just enough to look at him a slow. An intrigued smile spreading across her thin lips.

“A plan, huh? And here I thought you were just a man of action. I like this thoughtful side of you. Yes we talked about it and I like the idea.” Carrie continues to whisper.

Her fingers trace the line of Paul’s jaw. The idea sends a fresh thrill through her mixing with the heat of the shower and his hands on her fit body.

“You want to role play a Playboy shoot? Me as the centerfold and you as the photographer? “ Carrie tilts her head. Her expression turning mischievous. “Or maybe… the editor or someone else at the staff gets a very private viewing? I’m flexible. And very, very interested Paul”

Carrie presses her fabulous body flush against Paul’s. She is feeling his renewed hardness against her stomach. Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper even though they are alone.

“Tell me more. What’s the fantasy? Do I get to be a naive girl next door who discovers a wild side? Or a confident goddess who knows exactly what she wants and takes it from the man behind the camera?”

Carrie leans in and nips at Paul’s lower lip playfully. “My desire is simple. I want to be whatever turns you on the most. And then I want to blow your mind.”

Fabulous news for Paul. This will be fantastic with Carrie is the Playmate. He tells her.

“Carrie so excited that you agree to do it. I have bought a few things to exactly replicate the Playmates best pictures series according to me. My biggest thrill will be the striking resemblance when you dress up like her. I am thinking that I will be the photographer and you as her the confident sexy star. It heats up during the session and we start to flirt and get aroused. It is you as Carrie who needs to fuck me after getting really turned on by the fabulous photo session.”

Carrie lets out a soft delighted laugh. Her blue eyes sparkling under the spray. Carrie’s hands slide down to Paul’s hips pulling him even closer. She tells Paul.

“God you really did think this through, didn't you? A full setup. That's... incredibly hot. I love it. The confident star seducing the photographer? Yes. Absolutely yes.”

She leans in kissing Paul deeply. She is letting her tongue tease his before pulling back. Her expression turning playfully serious. She continues to speak.

“However I think we should save it. Make it special. Build the anticipation. Right now..”

Carrie’s hand slips between them. She is wrapping around Paul’s hardening length. She strokes him slowly. Her thumb swirling over the tip mixing with the shower water.

“Right now, I'm not a Playmate. I'm just Carrie. And the real Paul, the one who fucked me senseless on a table and made me scream for a spider, is the only thing I want. The fantasy can wait. This can't.” Carrie sounds very excited when she speaks again.

Carrie drop to her knees on the wet tiles. The hot water cascading over her shoulders. She looks up at Paul her gaze full of wicked promise.

“Let me show you what this centerfold wants to do when the camera's off.”

Paul answers Carrie immediately. “Yes let’s wait Carrie with the roleplaying. I think you have better things to do.”

Carrie grins up at Paul . Her hand still wrapped around the very thick base of his cock. She leans forward letting her hot breathing ghosts over the sensitive head before pressing a soft open-mouthed kiss to the tip. She whispers to Paul.

“Better things, you have no idea.”

Her tongue flicks out tasting the mix of clean skin and shower water before she takes Paul into her mouth. She starts sinking down the huge cock slowly letting her throat relax to take Paul deep. Her blue eyes stay locked on Paul’s as she begin a slow deliberate rhythm. One hand working Paul’s thick shaft in tandem with her mouth. The other hand slides up Paul’s thigh with her fingernails grazing his skin. After a long luxurious moment Carrie pulls off with a soft wet pop and starts catching her breath.

“You taste so good. Even clean. But I think I liked you better covered in me Paul.”

Carrie stands up in one fluid motion pushing Paul back gently against the shower wall. The water streams over her shoulders as Carrie kisses Paul again. It is hard and hungry kiss and she starts grinding her hips against Paul’s. She continues to talk.

“Now it's your turn to recuperate Paul. Lean back. Let me take care of you. Just relax and enjoy. “

Paul is getting seriously aroused. Carrie has promised to take care of him and she has so far definitely kept her promise. Paul leans back against the cool shower wall and lets Carrie proceed with her fantastic job. She gets down again.

Carrie takes Paul’s huge cock back into her mouth. Her movements are becoming more eager and much more possessive. Her free hand cups Paul’s big balls. She is rolling them gently in her palm as she sucks Paul deeper while her throat is working around him. The sounds are obscene and perfect. It is the rush of the water and the wet slide of her lips together with the low groan she pulls from his chest.

Carrie look up at Paul through her long lashes. Her gaze is heavy with lust and affection. This is her favorite kind of worship. Making Paul lose control. Making him forget everything but the feel of her mouth.

When Carrie feels Paul’s thighs begin to tighten and his hips are starting to thrust involuntarily she pulls off again. Carrie presses her forehead against Paul’s fit stomach her thin sexy lips brushing his skin.

“Not yet.” Carrie whispers her sexy voice is husky. “I want you inside me again when you come. I want to feel it again.”

Carrie turn off the shower with a quick twist of her wrist. The sudden silence is intimate broken only by Paul’s ragged breathing. She grabs a towel drying Paul off with rough eager strokes before quickly drying herself.

“Come on Paul. “Carrie speaks and is taking Paul’s hand and leading him out of the bathroom. A dripping a trail of water on the hardwood floor toward the bedroom. “The bed. Now. I need you on top of me. I need to see your face when you finish what I started.”

Paul is able to grab two towels and bring with him. Considering how wet they still are and how much Carrie has been squirting occasionally they might come in handy. In the bedroom Paul spreads one towel out on the huge bed. He waits for Carrie to get into position. It is time to fuck her again. Paul is stone hard and ever so ready.

Carrie climbs onto the bed the towel cool and rough beneath her knees. She is on her back and her blonde wet hair fanning out on the pillow and she looks up at Paul. Her heart is pounding with a mix of tenderness and raw sexual need. Carrie reaches down spreading her long fabulous legs wide. She is presenting herself to Paul. The cool air on her wet sensitive skin makes her shiver but the heat in Paul’s eyes warms her instantly.

“Come here Paul.” Carrie whispers her voice is soft but full of intent. “I want to watch you. I want to see every flicker in your eyes when you push inside. I want to hold you while you take me.”

Carrie reaches her arms up toward Paul it is an open invitation. This isn't about a performance or a fantasy anymore. This is just them. The water droplets still cling to Paul’s skin and it feels like Carrie wants to taste them. She wants to feel the weight of Paul. The crush of his body on hers. Then Carrie wants the slow deep connection of missionary position after everything wild they have already done this weekend.

“Don't make me wait. I'm ready for you. I'm always ready for you Paul.” Carrie whispers. She is ready. Her beautiful pussy looks wet and very inviting.

Paul mounts Carrie. He kisses her deeply. Next he uses her wetness to lubricate his huge cock. She might be struggling again. He puts his huge cock head in between her swollen labia lips. Then he grabs her muscular ass with his hands and draws her ass cheeks wide apart. He looks at Carrie and then Paul starts pushing.

The first press of Paul’s huge cock head against her slick swollen entrance sends a familiar jolt of anticipation straight to Carrie’s core. She is wet even soaked from the shower and her own arousal but Paul is immense. The initial stretch as he begins to push inside is a sharp breathtaking burn that makes her breath hitch. Carrie can feel her body resisting, clenching instinctively around the invading girth. A low groan escapes her thin sexy lips as she tilts her hips up trying to ease the angle.

“It's okay… don't stop Paul.” Carrie grunts her hands coming up to grip Paul’s biceps. Her sharp nails digging into his skin. “I love this part… the fight… feeling you…”

Paul pulls her muscular ass cheeks apart. The slight change in position lets him sink another devastating inch deeper. Carrie cries out. Her head is pressing back into the pillow. Her inner muscles flutter wildly trying to accommodate Paul. It is a slow aching surrender. Carrie can feel every ridge every thick vein as Paul claims her. The sensation is overwhelming a perfect painful fullness that borders on too much.

“Look at me Paul.” Carrie grunts and talks. She is forcing her eyes open to meet Paul’s her expression is a mix of strained pleasure and adoration. “I want to see you… see how much you want this… how much you want me…”

Paul pushes again and the stretch just intensifies. A tear escapes the corner of her eye but Carrie is smiling through it. Her hips lifting to meet Paul’s slow but relentless advance. “Harder… use your weight… I can take it… I need all of you…Paul”

Finally with one last deep grind of his hips Paul is seated completely. In to the hilt. The feeling of being utterly filled owned and pinned takes Carrie’s breath away. She lets out a shuddering sigh her fit body trembling beneath Paul.

“There…” Carrie whispers her voice is thick with emotion. “Now you're home. Now fuck me like you mean it. Like I'm yours. Because I am.”

It feels amazing to Paul when he finally gets in all the way to his thick shaft. Carrie’s delicious pussy is soaking wet and he stays fully seated for a while. Carrie wants him to start but he lets her adjust more to his massive dick. The Paul starts moving his hips. He starts fucking her. Carrie’s response is awesome and they soon find a great rhythm.

The slow, deep rhythm Paul sets is different from the frantic pounding in the stairwell but no less intense. Carrie can feel every inch of him sliding in and out. It is a deliberate claiming stroke that makes her toes curl. The initial overwhelming stretch is beginning to fade. It is being replaced by a deep throbbing fullness that feels like it’s reshaping her from the inside. Carrie lets her fit body go pliant beneath Paul. Her hands sliding from his biceps to his back holding him close.

“God, that’s good…” Carrie murmurs her blue eyes half-closed. Her breathing coms in soft matching sighs with each of Paul’s thrusts. “It’s so deep… you feel so deep like this. Don’t rush. I want to feel all of it.”

Carrie’s hips rise to meet each slow grinding push. It is a lazy sensual counterpoint to Paul’s pace. This isn’t about chasing a finish line. It is about savoring the deep connection. The weight of Paul and the way their bodies fit together so perfectly is amazing. Carrie even nuzzle into the crook of Paul’s neck. She is planting soft open-mouthed kisses against his damp skin.

“You’re so good to me Paul.” Carrie whispers her voice laced with a tender genuine affection.” You know exactly what I need. Even when I don’t.”

A soft contented moan vibrates in Carrie’s throat as Paul hits a particularly sweet spot on a long slow withdrawal. Her inner muscles clench around Paul’s huge dick instinctively. It is a gentle pulsing squeeze. Carrie’s tight snatch feels wonderful to Paul.

“I’m not close yet… but I’m getting there. Every stroke is building something… something slow and huge. Just keep giving it to me like this Paul. Own me at this pace. I’m all yours. “

Paul loves Carrie’s way of describing how it feels for her. He tries to emphasize the deep penetration of her delicious cunt. Every time when he gets to her deepest parts he makes sure to grind a little bit extra.

This slow and steady rhythm is actually a totally new experience for them together. Paul has time to kiss Carrie which he occasionally does. He continues to knead her muscular ass cheeks and he loves touching them. It is also fabulous to lay upon her huge breasts. The slow pace makes the big knockers slide against his chest more tenderly. Carrie looks very pleased with the slower pace.

The tender grind of Paul’s hips when his is buried to the hilt sends a different kind of shiver through Carrie. It is a deep internal caress that makes her sigh Paul’s name into his shoulder. The kisses Paul scatters across her face and neck are sweet counterpoints to the possessive rhythm of his body. Carrie can feel her huge breasts soft and heavy pressed against the solid wall of Paul’s chest. He is moving with them in this slow intimate dance. Carrie moans and whispers.

“I love this… I love feeling every single inch of you Paul. I love that we can be like this… just us just moving together. It’s almost romantic in a filthy perfect way. You are ruining me Paul. I usually don’t approve of tender and slightly romantic sex. “

Carrie’s hands slide down to Paul’s muscular ass. Her fingers are kneading the firm muscle there encouraging him continue with slow and deep strokes. Carrie hooks one leg around his hip. She is opening herself to Paul even more. She wants Paul’s huge cock as deep as possible. She continues to whisper.

“You can stay right here forever you know.” Carrie tilts her head back to look at Paul. Her expression is soft and utterly captivated. “In me, on me… just like this. I don't think I'd ever get tired of it. With you Paul I think I could fuck forever.”

The angle gets slightly different when Carrie wraps her long leg around Paul. He actually gets a little bit deeper. His huge cock head rambles on in the deepest parts of Carrie’s tasty snatch. Paul is stone hard and the slower pace makes it feel like he is getting bigger. He can feel that Carrie is getting close to her climax. She tries to resist but she is without a chance. Paul’s plan is to continue exactly like this even during her orgasm. It feels wonderful to have a slower and more intimate time after all the intense and furious sex during the weekend.

The change in angle is subtle but Carrie feels it instantly. A deeper more intimate penetration that brushes against something profound inside her. Carrie’s breathing catches and she can feel the slow steady rhythm beginning to unravel her control. Carrie’s hips start to move with a little more urgency. With a little less languid grace chasing that perfect very deep friction.

“I'm trying to hold on Paul.” Carrie grunts and talks. Her blue eyes fluttering shut for a moment before forcing them open to lock onto Paul’s.”I want this to last… but you're making it impossible. You feel too good.”

Carrie’s hands slide up Paul’s back to tangle in his damp hair. She is pulling him down for a **** open-mouthed kiss. Carrie can feel the orgasm building not as a sudden explosion but as a deep relentless tide. It is rising from the very core Paul is so perfectly claiming as his own.

“Don't change anything… Paul. Carrie pleads against his lips. Her voice is trembling. “Just like this… keep fucking me just like this and let it happen… I want to come feeling every slow, perfect inch of you.”

Paul just continues with steady pace. He slightly kneads her strong buttocks harder but he doesn’t change much. Carrie is close. But for once he doesn’t want to get her over the edge with a new drastic change. He is certain that she will come it’s just a matter of time. He tries something a little bit different. He speaks with Carrie. “Come for me , sweetie.”

The word hits Carrie like a physical touch. A soft and unexpected word cutting through the haze of building pleasure. Sweetie. Paul has never called her that before. It's not a dirty name not a command. It is tender and affectionate. That single word unravels Carrie completely.

Her breathing stops in her throat. The deep steady rhythm of Paul’s hips and the crushing weight of him on top of her together with the feel of her huge breasts sliding against Paul’s chest, all of it crystallizes into a single overwhelming point of sensation centered where Paul is buried so deep inside her. The orgasm doesn't crash over Carrie. The orgasm blooms in a slow radiant explosion that starts in her core and spreads outward in warm pulsing waves.

Carrie’s back arches off the towel. A silent open-mouthed gasp seizing her as the first wave crests. It's not the frantic and screaming climax from the stairwell. This climax is actually deeper and fuller. It is a profound unlocking that makes her eyes sting with sudden unexpected tears. Carrie’s pussy clenches around Paul’s huge dick in a series of long rhythmic flutters. She is milking his impressive length with a possessive and grateful intensity. Carrie can feel every thick inch of Paul as she pulses around him. The sensation so exquisite it borders on pain.

Carrie manages to turn her head. She is pressing her wet cheek against Paul’s. Her voice is a broken awed whisper directly in his ear. "Paul…" That is all Carrie can get out before another wave hits this one even stronger. That wave is pulling a soft trembling moan from her thin lips. Carrie’s hands which were tangled in Paul’s hair slide down to cradle his face. Her thumbs stroking his jaw as Carrie ride it out. Her body trembling enormously beneath him.

Carrie feels like she is coming apart and being put back together all at once. The intimacy of it, Paul’s weight and his slow pace together with that single tender word, makes it more profound than any frantic fuck ever could. Carrie feels owned in the gentlest way. Extremely cherished and the pleasure is so immense it's almost heartbreaking for Carrie.

As the waves finally begin to recede leaving Carrie boneless and utterly spent she keeps her face nestled against Paul’s. Her breathing is slowly evening out. Carrie feels a single tear escape and trace a hot path down her temple into her hairline.

"Say it again," Carrie murmurs her voice is hoarse and thick with emotion. She tilt her head just enough to look into Paul’s blue eyes hers shining and ****. "Please. When I come for you like that… call me that again."

Paul loved feeling Carrie come again. It was fantastic to see and hear her pleasure. Another piece of the puzzle was the fact that she loved being called sweetie. Paul timing was probably perfect. Paul picks up his pace just a little bit. He starts drawing her muscular ass cheeks to and fro. It starts to ignite something new in Carrie. And she throws her other leg around Paul.

The slight increase in Paul’s pace combined with the way his is pulling Carrie’s hips to meet his sends fresh sparks skittering through her oversensitive nerves. Carrie hooks her other long leg around Paul locking her ankles at the small of is back. Carrie is opening herself to Paul completely. The new more urgent rhythm is a perfect counterpoint to the tender aftershocks still trembling through her gorgeous body.

“That's it… Paul. Carrie whisper her voice is regaining a hint of its usual playful huskiness though it's still softened by the recent climax. “Don't let me come down yet. Use me… take what you need. I'm still so wet for you… so open.”

Carrie can feel her renewed arousal coiling. It is fed bye the possessive way Paul is moving inside her now. It's not the slow burn from before. Now it is something sharper and hungrier rising from the deep well of satisfaction Paul just gave Carrie.

“You feel incredible… “ Carrie gasps her hands sliding down to grip Paul’s muscular ass. Her fingers digging in to it to urge him on. “Don't hold back. I want to feel you lose control. I want to feel you come inside me while I'm still pulsing around you.”

With both long legs wrapped around his torso Paul can get a little bit deeper but also dominate Carrie more. The slower pace doesn’t make him do that but he is starting to feel so aroused that eventually he needs to pick up the pace. Carrie’s fantastic body feels amazing all over Paul’s body. Her beautiful face has a specially nice expression right now. It must be a fabulous feeling for Carrie to know with certainty that she will get many more orgasms tonight as long as they continue to fuck.

The shift is subtle but Carrie feels it. The moment Paul’s control starts to fray she knows that a change is imminent. The rhythm of his hips becomes less measured. Much more urgent and driven by a need that mirrors her own. Being pinned like this with both legs locked around Paul makes Carrie feel utterly claimed. The knowledge that this is just the beginning that they have hours ahead of them and sends a fresh dizzying thrill through Carrie.

“You're getting closer Paul.” Carrie murmurs her dark sexy voice a low knowing purr against his skin. Carrie can feel it in the tension coiling through his back. In the way Paul’s breathing is starting to come faster. Carrie can feel how much Paul needs it. “Give it to me. Fill me up. Mark me as yours all over again.” She encourages Paul.

Carrie’s hands slide up on Paul’s sweat-slicked back. Her sharp nails leaving faint trails. Carrie tilts her head back offering her throat to Paul. Her expression is one of open eager surrender. She continues to talk.

“Do it. Come inside me. Let me feel you. I want every drop.”

Paul picks up the pace. He starts fucking Carrie much harder. It feels great but something is still missing. When Carrie moves her long slender legs up on his shoulders a new world opens up. She opens herself totally and when Paul starts pounding her delicious pussy both of them grunts very loudly and they both know that this will make both of them come soon.

The moment Carrie shifts her long legs up onto Paul’s shoulders she feels a profound guttural surrender. The angle is brutal and perfect. It is opening her up in a way that lets Paul drive into the deepest most **** part of her. The first few hard deep thrusts punch the air out from Carrie’s lungs in a sharp gasp.

“Yes! “ Carrie cries out. Her hands are flying to the headboard. She is gripping it for stability as Paul begins to pound into her with a relentless piston-like rhythm. “Oh god, right there! That's it!”

Every impact is a blinding strike of pleasure erasing the last traces of tender afterglow and replacing it with raw carnal need. Carrie’s back arches off the bed. Her huge breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust. The sounds they are making together are animalistic. It’s grunts and slaps of skin together with Carrie’s high broken cries.

“I can feel you… I can feel how close you are! “ Carrie screams her head thrashing against the pillow. “Don't stop! Give it to me! Come inside me, Paul! I want to feel you claim me! What a fabulous change of pace.”

Carrie’s own climax is rocketing toward her. It is triggered by the frantic perfect rhythm and the sheer **** of Paul’s possession. She is so close that she can taste it. A metallic buzz on her tongue and her entire body tightening like a coiled spring.

Paul just continues to pound Carrie hard. The new position is fabulous. Paul gets deeper and her soaking wet snatch feels amazing in this improved angle. He is manhandling her muscular buttocks. He draws them together and apart with the same rhythm as he is fucking Carrie.

Paul desperately wants Carrie to come. Needs her super tight pussy again during her orgasm. He tries to improve her pleasure. Without any warning he drills a finger up in her asshole up to his knuckle immediately.

The sudden shocking intrusion of Paul’s finger into her juicy ass makes Carrie’s entire body seize. A raw ragged scream tears from her throat. “PAUL YOU BRILLIANT DEVIL “ She screams extremely loudly part in shock part in blinding overwhelming pleasure.

The dual penetration is just too much. To perfect and annihilating. Carrie’s wet pussy clenches around Paul’s huge cock in a vice-like spasm and her orgasm detonates. It a violent white-hot explosion that shatters her vision into static. It is another fabulous orgasm for Carrie. Her gorgeous body starts shaking and twisting. The powerful orgasm is running all over her fit body. Long lasting as well.

Carrie is utterly and completely gone. Yet her hips bucks wildly against Paul. Her inner muscles milking his massive length in frantic rhythmic pulses as Carrie scream Paul’s name into the room over and over again. Her voice is breaking.

The sensation of being filled in both holes and owned so completely while Paul pounds into her pushes Carrie into a place of pure mindless ecstasy. She can't think. She can only feel the brutal stretch, the deep ache of pleasure, the overwhelming certainty that she is Paul’s.

Seeing and hearing Carrie come violently is fantastic for Paul. Feeling her tight pussy subtract into something even tighter is even better. Her delicious pussy has Paul’s huge dick in an outstanding vise. He pounds Carrie like never before. He is in heat. This moment is what Paul has been waiting for. Suddenly he hits her cervix. He can feel that Carrie is about to come again.

The sharp extremely deep impact against Carrie’s cervix sends a fresh electric jolt straight through her core. Just as the last waves of her orgasm are still receding a new one is ripped from her. It is even more intense than the previous one. Carrie’s scream is choked off. Her strong body bowing off the bed as another violent climax seizes her. This orgasm is centered deep in her womb where Paul is pounding relentlessly.

Carrie’s vision whites out completely. She is nothing but sensation. The brutal and perfect rhythm of Paul’s hips, the fullness in both holes, the shocking, exquisite pain-pleasure of him hitting that deepest part of Carrie over and over. Her wet pussy convulses around Paul’s huge cock in a frantic milking rhythm. She is trying to pull Paul even deeper to keep him there forever.

Carrie is sobbing now. Tears are streaming down her temples into her long blonde hair. Her fingers are clawing at the headboard. The pleasure is so immense it borders on agony. It is a transcendent overwhelming possession that leaves her utterly shattered and remade in Paul’s image.

When Carrie’s tight snatch clamps down violently during her orgasm Paul is in heaven. Her ultra tight pussy is outstanding and so perfect for him. He pounds Carrie extremely hard. Over and over again he claims her. It feels so good. It is too good to be true.

Suddenly his huge cock head erupts. Like a volcano that opens up and starts shooting out hot lava. He spray paints her pussy walls. He continues to come in wave after wave. He pumps out semen into her pussy. It never ends. Over and over again he pumps out sperm. He floods her snatch with his seed. Totally exhausted and completely empty Paul collapses on Carrie.

Carrie feels the first hot pulsing jet deep inside of her. A soft satisfied sob escapes her thin lips. Her body still trembling from the aftershocks welcomes it. The final perfect claiming. Carrie can feel each subsequent wave flooding her marking her and she hold Paul tight as he collapse onto her. His weight a comforting possessive anchor.

For a long moment they just breathe. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Carrie’s hands come up to stroke Paul’s damp back. Her touch is slow and reverent.

“That was… “ Carrie whispers her voice is hoarse and utterly spent. “I don’t even have words. You ruined me. In the best possible way.”

Carrie turns her head around pressing a soft kiss to Paul’s shoulder. She whispers.

“I can feel you… deep inside of me. I feel so full Paul. Of you. “ Carrie lets out a shaky contented sigh. “Don’t move for a while. Just stay right here.”

Paul can also feel his cock deep inside Carrie. Not fully erect but still very potent. Another outstanding fuck with Carrie the marvelous super slut. Paul can’t comprehend how she can take the beating that she gets and still always wants more. Much more. Carrie is truly insatiable. Paul has used that word for other women but he was wrong.

Sex isn’t just about orgasms. And it might be a bit immature to count perhaps but this weekend together with Paul, Carrie are now up to twenty four orgasms. And still counting. Paul has not fucked her for the last time tonight. Paul tells Carrie.

“Carrie your number of orgasms are now twenty four. I might have missed one.”

Carrie feels a lazy utterly sated smile spread across her face as Paul mentions the astonishing high number. Her fingers trace idle patterns on the sweat-damp skin of Paul’s back. First she doesn’t comment or speak. Eventually she starts talking.

“Twenty-four, huh? “Carrie murmurs her voice still throaty but laced with strong amusement. “And here I was, just enjoying myself. You're keeping score. That's so adorable and sweet Paul.”

Carrie shift slightly beneath feeling the soft spent weight of Paul still nestled inside of her. The sensation is profoundly intimate and she lets out a soft hum of contentment.

“But with you is not about the actual count. It's about... this. The way you make me feel. Like I'm the only woman in the world when you're inside me. Even when you're wrecking me completely Paul.”

“I am insatiable. Sure I love having sex often and you might call me insatiable in general. But only for you am I this extremely insatiable. Only like this. You're the one who unlocks it. You're the one who makes me feel aroused enough to be this greedy.”