The talk gets the two of your horny

You lean down and crush your lips against hers. The kiss is deep, urgent, and hungry, instantly reigniting the raw fire from the night before. Your hands find the zipper of her sundress, sliding it down with a sharp tug. You peel the fabric away from her shoulders, letting the dress pool at her feet on the floor. She steps out of her shoes, standing before you completely naked, her generous breasts heaving with her shallow breaths, her skin flushed a beautiful, heated pink.

She pulls at your t-shirt, helping you strip out of your clothes until there is nothing left between you. She throws herself onto the bed, pulling you down with her, her legs parting instantly to welcome your weight.

"Take me hard this time, John," Claire begs, her voice cracking with raw lust as she uses the fake name with absolute relish. "Don't hold back. Make me feel every single bit of it."

You don't hesitate. You align yourself and drive deep inside her in one powerful, unyielding motion.Claire lets out a loud, echoing scream into the room, her fingers clawing into the mattress as you bury yourself to the absolute hilt. The fit is incredibly tight and scorching hot, her inner walls instantly clamping down around you like a vice.

You begin to move, your thrusts heavy, relentless, and deep. In and out. The rhythmic slap of your skin hitting hers fills the quiet room, underscored by her frantic, breathless moans. You push her higher and higher up the bed, your hands pinning her wrists above her head as you dominate her completely, driving deeper and deeper with every single stroke.

"Yes! Oh god, right there! Deeper!" she wails, her head tossing wildly from side to side on the pillows.

The build-up is fast and volatile. Claire is already so sensitive from the night before and the text messages that she flies over the edge within minutes, her entire body shaking in a violent, gripping orgasm that squeezes you so tightly it pulls you right along with her. You groan loudly, throwing your weight forward, driving deep into her as you pump your thick, hot release deep inside her, filling her completely.

You pant heavily, resting your forehead against her shoulder as the aftershocks fade. After a few moments, you lift yourself up on your elbows, looking down at her flushed, blissed-out face.

A sudden idea hits you. You reach over, grab her phone from the bed, and turn the camera on.

"Let's start that travel blog," you whisper with a smirk. "How about I take a photo of your pussy leaking my cum?"

Claire lets out a breathless, thrilled gasp, her eyes widening. "Oh my god... yes. Do it."

You angle the phone down, capturing a crystal-clear, highly explicit photo of the creampie dripping slowly from between her swollen, glistening pink lips. You hand the phone to her, and with trembling, sweaty fingers, she types out a message to Tom, attaching the picture:

Claire: Here’s to tide you over for tonight. Do you think maternity dress will look good on me? Love you.

She hits send. Within less than ten seconds, the phone vibrates violently with Tom's immediate, frantic response:

Tom: YES. Oh my god, YES. Please keep updating me. I’m going crazy. Love you too.

Claire laughs, a rich, satisfied sound, and put the phone away. She reaches up, wrapping her arms around your neck, and pulls you down into a deep, long, satisfied kiss.