Two is better than one

“Ugh, oh… you’re close?” the gasping voice of Scarlett makes you open your eyes, looking at the intense look in her eyes, as you pounds into her, your bodies, covered in thin layer of perspiration, slapping against each other as you hold on tight to her.

“Mmm-hmm!” you nod, biting your lower lip.

“Me too!” she moan, “Hold on for me, please… sooo close!” she leans into the sink as her hand sneaks between her legs, searching out her clit.

Gritting your teeth as you holds back your orgasm a bit longer while still fucking her with all you’ve got, you breathing ragged as you groan and gasp pounding into her. Her fingers dances over her puffy sex, rubbing fast and purposely, her arm pressing on one of her big breast, the movement of her arm adding to the movement of your body into her making her breast dance in the mirror.

“Argh!” you growl as you feel first ripples of her orgasm, her velvety folds gripping you, and you push as deep inside of her as possible, letting rip.

“Oh, yes!” she moans, as her body convulses, rope after rope of your desire shooting into her as her pussy contracts, milking you for all you’ve got.

“Damn,” you gasp, easing your grip on her, red marks from your fingers visible on her skin.

“Mmh…” she moans, “… damn is right!” she giggles, “Maybe we should get going?” she smiles, looking around as if realizing that she’s leaning over the sink in a diner restroom, having just gotten fucked as well as ever.

“Maybe…” you breathe with a small laugh, slapping her round ass one final time before stepping away, stumbling back as your softening cock slips from her.

“Ah!” she cringe, looking over her shoulder with a smile, before turning and wrapping her arms around your shoulder, kissing you deeply, “Mmm, did you at least bring my shirt babe?” she asks as she pulls back.