We cum together

Kelly aligned herself with her head to the foot of the bed, facing the mirror. I imagine she did that so she could watch herself getting fucked, but she hasn’t been doing much of that; from the unfocused look in her eyes, all her attention has been on the sensations in her pussy. I shake her head a little, and her eyes suddenly widen and snap into focus, looking at me in the mirror. “Look at yourself, sexy,” I growl. “You look so hot, getting fucked like that . . . your tits swinging wildly while I hammer your hot little pussy. You like that, don’t you? You like getting fucked into submission by my big cock.”

“Fuck yeah!” she hisses. “Don’t stop—don’t—close—cum again—so close—don’t—fucking—stop—”

“Oh, I won’t stop until I fill you with my cum,” I tell her; her eyes light up. “You’re such a tight, wet little cunt—you feel incredible . . .” Kelly moans loudly, then her eyes go wide again. “Fuck!” she yells. “I’m—cummiiiiiiiiiing—” A wild scream tears from her throat as her seventh climax of the day shakes her like an earthquake, crashing around my prick and clamping down hard. I bury myself to the hilt in her spasming depths, throw back my head and roar as my balls finally erupt, hosing down her quivering tunnel with my cum.

Only the energy of her orgasm keeps Kelly on all fours; when the wave recedes, she slumps to the bed, sliding off my softening cock. She stays like that for some moments, her torso resting on the sheets and her ass sticking up, before tottering and falling over sideways. Her eyes are open, but dazed. Her mouth moves, but at first, no sound comes out; finally, she murmurs, “I’d planned to fuck you more than once . . . that was too intense. Pussy sore . . . not up to more right now . . .”