Fuck till she drops

As the two sweaty lovers stopped bumping their hard bodies against each other, Hauk took the opportunity to once more toss Judy onto the bed, using his strong arms to send her voluptuous body flying through the air to bounce against the mattress.

The caramel-skinned bounty hunter found herself on her hands and knees in the bed, with Hauk mounting her from behind and once more sinking his dick all the way down her ass.
“Come on, fuck it harder!” Judy called out, sporting a vicious grin as her tight asshole was torn into by Hauk’s thick cock, his balls once more pounding the smooth skin of her buttocks.

They went at each other for hours, changing position until they had fucked, licked and sucked each other from every conceivable angle:
Judy had lain on her back in the bed, with Hauk ramming his cock in and out of her anus while fisting her snug cunt, she had been held upside down by him, sucking him off while he jabbed his tongue into her pussy, licking her tender clit while she gagged herself on his heavy tool.

They had hit the shower, fucking each other silly in there while the water ran cold as it washed their bodies clean, then gotten themselves just as sweaty and covered in cunt-juice and cum as they had been before it.

Somewhere along the line, the motel keeper had shown up to complain about the noise, but had found himself going to a liquor store to pick up a couple of bottles of whiskey for them, in exchange for Judy not blowing his head off with a gun.

Finally, after downing two whole bottles of whiskey and screaming out dozens of climaxes, Judy passed out on the floor, with Hauk standing over her.

Looking out through the window, Hauk saw that it was early morning now, and they had started fucking each other late the previous evening.

What Judy didn’t know was that since their last run-in, Hauk had been blessed once more by his goddess Larine, who had now bestowed upon him the rare gift of being able to regenerate through sex, which meant that now, after an eight or ten hours long marathon-session of intense fucking, Hauk felt as rested as if he had had a full night’s sound sleep.
Judy however would be out cold for at least a few hours, Hauk suspected, and as he lit himself one of her cigars he wondered what to do next.

Should he stick around in the now completely trashed motel room, where even the bed had been wrecked by them and the lamp in the ceiling had been torn down by a wildly climaxing Judy, or should he head out on the town? And if he did the latter, would he be looking for fun or for a way to counter Judy and Xerxes?