She Cums

Jefferson's thick cock slammed into Nicole's drenched pussy, a wet, rhythmic squelch echoing in the quiet guest room. He gripped her slender hips, fingers digging into her pale skin as he drove himself deep, hitting her cervix with every punishing thrust.

"Do you feel that, Nicole?" Jefferson groaned, his breath hot against her ear. "Do you feel how perfectly you fit around me?"

Nicole arched her back "Yes... don't stop. Just keep plowing into me."

He shifted his angle, grinding his pelvis against her clitoris. The friction sent sparks through her nerves. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her heat.

"Think about John," Jefferson whispered, a cruel smile on his lips. "Think about him while you're taking my cock. Does that make you wetter?"

"I don't want to think about him," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "I just want to cum!"

"You're such a greedy little thing," he chuckled, accelerating his pace. "Tell me what you want. Tell me exactly what this feels like."

"It feels... too much," she gasped, her head tossing from side to side on the silk pillow. "It feels like you're filling me up. I can't breathe... I'm almost there!"

"Is it enough?" he asked, his voice straining. "Do you want more?"

"Yes, more, please, more!" she cried.

The sound of their bodies meeting became a frantic, slapping rhythm. Pre-cum and her own juices created a frothy lather that smelled of musk and salt, shlicking loudly as he slid in and out.

"I'm coming! Oh god, I'm coming!" she shrieked.

Her vaginal walls clamped down hard on his shaft, pulsing in violent, rhythmic spasms. Her vision blurred as a massive orgasm ripped through her. She shook uncontrollably, her pussy squeezing him with desperate intensity, flooding the junction of their bodies with heat.

Jefferson let out a heavy sigh, slowing his pace as he felt her release. He didn't follow her over the edge; instead, he savored the way she trembled, his own erection still hard and pulsing inside her.