"Oh yeah," he sighed, feeling her soft cunt spasming around his cockshaft.

He kissed her again, his free hand sliding up and down across her titties. "Nice and tight babe." he sighed.

He abandoned his hold on her wrists, both his hands going under her and enveloping her legs above the knees. He picked them up and let them rest against his chest and shoulders. His ass rose slowly, then fell, then rose slowly and fell.

He started to get into a good rhythm, fucking his cock down into her tight sheath with regular, even strokes. He liked to pull his prong all the way up so his cockhead was just inside her, then slide it down full into her fuck hole again.

His chest pressed against her legs, making them rise and fall with him, pressing them into her swelling tits. Her face looked upward in confusion, eyes wide.

His hands sized her breasts, squeezing them tight as he picked up the pace. He moved quickly, feeling his balls tingle, and his cock pulse. He was going to cum, he knew. He shoved his cock balls deep, then began fucking furiously in tight fast strokes, mashing his cockhead against the bottom of her pit.

Then he came, driving himself fully into her, and letting his cum spew out, the hot sticky juice shooting out in a rapid series of spurts.

Part Two

Jeff watched in the mirror as she bent over her bureau and searched in her underwear drawer. He sighed as her ass cheeks and pussy were displayed for his inspection. Then she straightened a pair of panties, or rather, the female version of jockey shorts in her hand.

They were bright red, with a white elastic on top. Oh, it was one of the string bikinis. She looked so fucking fantastic, he thought, as she drew them up her legs and slid them tight around her crotch and ass.