Primal Need

Something primal hit Spencer. Women had been chipping away at him over the last six years but Tori's bold display had been the final straw. With haste, he stormed forward and grabbed her bantam body. Tori's reflexes kicked in, causing her to wrap her limbs around his body as Spencer looked for anything to place her body. He eventually finds a table where he sits Tori down.

He throws his belt away as Tori spreads her legs for Spencer. Then he pulls his fly down. Tori bites her lip as she watches Spencer reach into his pants. pulling out his large, throbbing cock.

"Fuck... I always thought you were packing." Tori states.

The only reply Spencer offers is to press his tip against her entrance. She gives him a nod that he barely registers as he slides right inside her soaking wet slit. Upon being greeted by her warm wetness, Spencer let out a moan.

"Ohh fuck... Go slow." Tori cooed.

He locked eyes with his young lover, and then gripped her hips. As he slowly thrusted, he said "Like that?"

Tori nodded "Ahh... Yeah. Stretch my little pussy out."

She then looked to the determination Spencer wore on his face. His thrusts grew in pace, causing her to moan as the table shakes underneath her. In that moment, he didn't care about anything but his carnal desire. He needed to make Tori moan, no scream in ecstasy. He needed her wetness to envelope as much of his cock as possible, and most of all, he needed to feel his balls tighten.

"Fuck..." He snarled.

"That's it. Fuck me!" Tori screamed.

"Fuck!"

That's when Spencer let out a growl, right as years of pent-up desire erupted. Rope after rope flooded Tori as she gasped, somewhat stunned that her lover had stopped so suddenly. Once he's drained, Spencer stepped back and stared blankly at Tori, having just been snapped back into reality.