Her fat tits swayed as she gyrated and her trim, teardrop-shaped ass undulated as she ground her cunt down onto his prick. Her face was contorted by passion, eyes narrowed, lips slack, pink tongue running back and forth across her mouth. Catherine gave herself totally to lust and it registered on her face as a mask of lewd desire.

She moaned softly and punctuated the steady sound with little short, sharp gasps. She worked steadily, rising and falling. As his fat cock emerged from her fuck-hole, thick streamers of cunt juice poured down his cockshaft and pooled on his bloated balls. Then she went down again and his thick cock vanished to the hilt in her creamy cunt slot.

Robert arched under her.

He wasn't fucking up to meet her. He held his body stiff, a bridge on which she could set the tempo to suit herself. He reached up to massage her tits as they swayed above him. He stroked her flanks. He gripped her by her hipbones, then cupped her writhing ass. He finger-fucked her asshole and then dipped his hand in between their churning bellies and began to rub her clit.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Oooooh!"

She was soaring towards the peak.

Waves of sensation coursed laterally across her belly and loins and electric currents of lust ran up her thighs, crashing together in her pussy. Her cunt had started to cream. Her pussy was melting in the heat of orgasm.

"I'm coming!" she wailed.

Robert knew that.

He could feel her pussy melting. He fucked up from the bed. Then, driving his giant prick in as far as it would go, he came.

His rising geyser of cum blasted into her cunt with such force that it tilted her ass and almost blew her right off the end of his cock. It felt as if she had been standing astride Old Faithful when his prick erupted.

She wailed with joy as she felt all that hot, thick jism streaming into her pussy and she kept grinding away, working off her own orgasm to the dregs and milking his prick dry.