Have mercy.

She looks down at me, and bites her lower lip in worry.

"Sorry, dear," she says apologetically, helping me up. "I got a little carried away. You wanna continue?"

I look hard at her heaving tits, watching the sweat trickle over them. She unconsciously brushes away the slimy glob of cunt juice threatening to drip from between her legs and wipes it on her hip.

"You bet."

She smiles in glee, and we lock up again.