I pulled back and drove forward, hard.
I boob job stared down at Carols face.
I wanted to see the exact moment that her orgasm overtook her.
I wanted to time it as best boob job I could so that I came simultaneously.
I started urging her on.
Carol was enjoying the game.
Her eyes were starting to glaze over boob job and I could tell that she wouldn last much longer.
Her pussy was a virtual maelstrom of fluid.
My cock had developed a steady but rough rhythm.
I wanted to drive boob job her into my carpet boob job.
Impale my slutty assistant so boob job that shed split in two.
Carol lost control and I watched her face contort in boob job a mask that evoked pain and pleasure that was immeasurable.
She was my assistant Carol, but she was a sexual boob job animal unleashed.
I wanted to cum boob job in both.
I had to cum in both.
"CUM IN ME YOU FUCK. PLEASE CUM IN ME. I WANT TO FEEL YOU CUMMING SO BADDDD!!," Carol was practically crying.
The muscles of Carols vaginal walls contracted like an anaconda.
They were so tight, milking me, forcing me to give up my seed.
The feeling was too intense.
Even my balls and scrotum felt stiff.
My cock was on fire and granite boob job hard.
I drove it into her over and over again.
Pounding her, hammering my fucktool against her cervix.
Driving her into the floor.
I boob job could practically feel boob job the carpet fibers on the tip of my cock as I drove ever deeper.
She was delirious with joy.
Screaming at me.
Begging for me to cum.
I drove down as deeply as I could and let fly with a torrent of gism.
As I drove into her again, my cock jerked and spasmed uncontrollably.