Patsy arched her back. Her mouth was open, eyes popped. The room spun. She grabbed his hammering hips, clawed his skin, and grunted loudly with each horrendous thrust. Her legs stiffened and curled around him, heels jamming into his taut back.

"More! More!" Her screams shattered the air as his cock sliced into the syrupy depths of her orgasming pussy. "Ray! Oooo, Ray!"

"Baby!" he growled fiercely. His face was contorted into a mask of lust. "Baby!" He battled the wrenching twisting body and plowed her with a deluge of violent jabs that overpowered her and drove her into submission. One, two, three tremendous stabs, then a fourth.

Patsy raked his tense body with her nails and writhed beneath him. The stormy orgasm began to subside. Her movements became softer, less frantic, more fluid. She rode with him, her spongy cunt gulping at the fiery cum that continued to spurt into her pussy.

"Oooo, Ray, I feel it! Oooo, I'm drowning in your cum!" Floating breathlessly to the peak again, she soared into the dizzy heights of bliss.

Ray took her into another orgasm. His cock plunged deep and his balls whacked the cheeks of her ass. They had been once full of cum, then half-empty, now they were hollow shells. His pounding abated, and the spurting pisser of his cockhead began to ooze out the last few drops of cum.

He groaned with an air of finality, dropped on top of Patsy's overheated body, his face nested in the crook of her neck. Panting, his prick spent but still buried, he remained in this position.