Sandra cums

As her ****'s balls kept slapping on her thighs, Sandra tried desperately to focus on the thought that she was being **** against her will. This though, however, didn't do much to make the deep thrusting any more enjoyable. The man taking her from behind was about the same length as her husband, give or take an inch or two. His girth was definitely more noticeable in comparison, but overall it was the way he used his tool that drew such succulent moans from Sandra's mouth.

Her husband wasn't necessarily an awful lover, but sex with him was fairly predictable, as they had done the same positions over and over again with no flair or spice added, even on occasion. While she certainly didnt enjoy the thought of being taken from behind out in public, the position itself caused the man's dick to stab at many of the now formerly unexplored areas of her pussy.

Suddenly, the mans iron clad grip on her hips tightened (which Sandra knew would leave bruises by tomorrow) as he begin increasing the power and frequency of his thrusts. Suddenly, all the pleasure she had been experiencing was beginning to build up towards an orgasm the likes she hadn't seen in years! With the tip of his dick stabbing the same sensitive area over and over again, it was a miracle Sandra's yelling moans could keep going without a hint of becoming hoarse yet.

The stranger himself was on the verge, and with one last, powerful thrust, stabbed his cock as deep as he could. The **** of that final stab simultaneously triggered both their orgasms, and Sandra felt her pussy tighten around the man's latex covered penis, vainly attempting to milk it of its milky contents. The man's hip continued digging into her backside until the final squirts filled the condom and the pair fell forward, with the man resting his upper body on Sandra's back while her breasts were crushed against the hood of the car.