Wave the wand, make her a butterfly*

Jenna slides off me and ends up on her back. I get up and wipe myself off with the towel. I walk around between her legs. I grab one and pull her to the edge of the cushion. She spreads the other one wide and grabs her knee to support it. She glances to her side, at the webcam, I suppose to see if the green light is still on. I push my knob into her wide-open box; she presses her head into the couch and mewls. “Fuck that’s good,” she murmurs after several moments.

“It’s only going to get better, baby,” I tell her. “I still haven’t cum yet. I’m gonna fuck you into next week, and then I’m gonna cum so deep in your snug little cunt, you’ll feel it in the back of your throat.”

“Ooooh, stud, is that a promise?” Jenna purrs. Her voice is somewhat shaky, but the lust in it is undiminished. “Mmmmm, I hope so.” She starts rubbing her clit. “Fuck the living shit out of me, magic man. Fuck me hard with that big, beautiful mommymaker. Tear up that tight, wet pussy—tear it up, give it everything you’ve got—give me a pounding that horny little pussy will never forget.”

I wrap both hands around Jenna’s upraised leg to maximize both my balance and my ****. I slam my hips forward, burying my cock to the balls in her tight, wet sheath. “Iain!” she squeals as an orgasm flashes through her like lightning. “Fuck!”

I cut loose, fucking Jenna hard and fast and deep as I can go. My cock thunders in her cunt like a battering ram. Jenna mewls and shudders and shivers and yelps under the pounding. “So—fucking—good,” she moans. “So—fucking—hot . . . I’ve needed this—so needed this . . . Fuck the hell out of me, stud—fuck me so hard the whole building can hear you . . . fuck me so hard they hear me scream your name a mile away . . . fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight for a week . . .”

“You like that cock pounding your tight little pink hole, sexy girl?” I ask, my voice rough. “You like being stretched out and hammered?”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Jenna gasps. “Pound me with that big fucking pussyhammer. Pound me senseless.”

Jenna seems to lose track of her hands; at least, I’m not sure why else she would stop frigging herself, but she does. I have my rhythm going, so I take one hand off her leg to rub her clit. “Iain!” she shrieks in climax. I keep fucking her as her tight tunnel goes into paroxysms around my big rod, but it’s hard.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—” Jenna chants, once she can breathe again. “So good—fuck so good—so fucking good—real fuck—real man fuck—finally—rock me, stud—rock me—rock me hard—rock me hard—rock me so fucking hard . . . cum for me—cum in my pussy—fill my pussy—rock my world—fill me with your cream . . . I’m so close, baby—so fucking close—I need to feel you—I need to feel your cum . . . I need to feel your hot load painting my walls—filling my needy little cunt—marking me . . . cum in me like the megastud you are—cum in my hot, wet pussy like a **** of nature—cum in me like a flood, an avalanche, a torrent—cum in me, let me feel you cum in me, cum in me and make me cum . . . make me cum . . . make me cum . . .”

With that, at last, I lose it. I sheath my rod to the hilt in Jenna’s tight wet heat and explode with a roar. She feels me and lets loose a wild shriek with her own climax.

Our bodies shake and tremble together as one combined orgasm roars through us both.

*******

“This is a good couch,” Jenna says spacily into my shoulder, “but not for snuggling.”

My fingers trace feathery circles over her ass. “No, it isn’t,” I agree. “And I should really get back to work in any case. This was tenant service of a sort, but not a sort that’s included in my official job description.”

Jenna laughs like small silver bells. “No, I’m sure it isn’t,” she concedes merrily. “Tell you what. I don’t have to get dressed, so while you’re finding your clothes, I’ll send you pictures of Madi and Tara. That way you’ll know them when you see them.”

“Thank you, Jenna. That would really help.”

“After a fuck like that, I’d do a lot more than that for you. I hope there’s more where that came from.”