
He opened his eyes again and hesitated long enough to take another devouring glance at the squirming body beneath him. Then he began his gyrations; pushing, thrusting, rotating until Cynthia heaved a big sigh and her big brown eyes flashed wildly. She dug her fingers into his back and clamped him, under water, inside her cunt. They both groaned and a wave of water splashed over the side of the tub as Jay slid into her.
"Mmmmm, isn't this great?" Cynthia said as he hovered over her. "Isn't it wild? Don't you wish you could screw under water forever? Hmmmm. So nice and warm…!"
Her arms came around slowly to enfold him as he plunged deeper and deeper into her submerged cunt. Her hard-nippled breasts rose against him, and he felt himself driving clear in the high, white, detailed sensations of oncoming orgasm.
He poised out over her, and she spread even wider under him and began to reciprocate with a slow unfolding of her juices into the warm water. He heard her grunt and moan and ease up and down under him, and he felt the shudders of her hands pass slowly over his shoulders, her body curling up in the tub and then unwinding slowly.
"Oh, isn't this good? Don't stop," she murmured through sensuous, wet lips, her slippery body still squirming.
"Stop? Not on your life," he replied through clenched teeth. "I'm not stopping 'til I've eaten you all up!"
