The frenzied flurry of flesh that followed could not be called “making love”, or sex, or even fucking—they were rutting animals. Jon’s soft, smooth legs were wrapped over Karyn’s broad, muscled shoulders, his round ass was lifted into the air at the end of the bed, and he was getting bred. He needed it. And he loved every second—and every inch—of it.
Within a few minutes his slim, manicured fingers were clawing up the sheets as Karyn’s pace paused briefly before pounding home with a pulse and a deep, guttural “Unggh!” that sent tingles reverberating through Jon’s body. Stroke, throb, “Mmmmmnff!” Slam, spurt, “UmmmraaAHH!” roared Karyn, every inch the Alpha.
As Karyn instinctively held herself in after that final thrust, Jon felt two more blasts, pasting his over-ripe womb with his stud’s seed. And with that, Karyn had helped him get exactly what he needed, and his hot cunt clamped down on her still-hard shaft as those tingles that had been racing all over his body finally met together in a crescendo that exploded in an eye-rolling, toe-curling, jolt that started in his pussy, ran down to his toes, and tried to shoot out his arms before finally forcing its way out his mouth with an involuntary, breathy, feminine squeal.
