Carl began to fuck faster, slamming his prick into her frothy cunt hole violently. He was gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes and thrusting so mightily that his balls were thudding onto Cathy's tilted ass. He was fucking her like an engine now. His balls were so swollen with pent-up passion that they bulged between her thighs and his cock was expanding, spreading her cunt slit wider and wider.

Cathy's face was contorted with fuck-lust. Her eyes narrowed to slits and her pink lips were parted and moist as she gasped at his fuck-lunges. Her heels drummed on his ass, spurring him on, then they locked behind him and her thighs alternately tightened and reined over his loins, relaxing as he fucked in, compressing as he withdrew.

Carl grasped her hips, hauling her crotch up from the desk, and fucked resolutely into her pussy, as if he were trying to pulverize that soft vessel. He gritted his teeth and groaned as he rammed in, fucking his cock into her cunt so violently it seemed he was trying to hurt her, to pierce her nubile body through and through so that the head of his cock would come rushing out of her mouth.

His violence only inspired greater passion in Cathy. Her big tits bounced with firm weight as she rocked back and forth on the edge of the desk; she threw her head back, switching it from side to side; her threat worked as she gasped and then gurgled with the bliss of fucking.

Carl's big prick was vibrant with tension. He cupped his hands over her tits, as if clawing at them for support. Her nipples were hot on his palms and his fingers dug into the soft tit flesh. His head fell; he was beaded with perspiration and his breath rasped out sharply as his orgasm drew near.

Cathy was panting and gasping. Her warm pliable pussy gripped him and clutched him and pulled on his cock as if she wanted more and more, as if to drag his whole body up her greedy fuck hole.