Her hunch about the intensity of the come proved very right. While the waves kept crashing over her, Mary kept his face trapped in her crotch, her thighs rubbing it as her legs scissored and her body jerked as though in electric shock. Finally it passed. Mary felt such a glow of warmth and contentment and ecstasy that she didn't even try to describe it to her lover, knew she couldn't even begin to try, but later, when he raised his sweating face from her silken crotch, he read all her thoughts in her eyes.

"My God, Adam my darling," she said as she found his hard, throbbing dick and squeezed it, "it must be time to do something about this beautiful cock. Such a long time it's been hard. Isn't it hurting you?"

"Now that you mention it," he told her with a warm smile, "it would feel a whole lot better buried in that beautiful cunt of yours. Does your cunt feel wet enough to take a stiff prick?"

"You wonderful, crazy lover. My cunt feels wet enough for a marathon swim. Fuck me, my darling lover. Fuck me now and shoot all your cream into me and make my cunt even wetter. I can already feel juice trickling into the crack of my ass, but I want to be wet with your cream."

Reaching between her parted legs, Adam patted and rubbed her wet twat, then used the tip of a finger to follow the wet trail down between the lower slopes of the big, silken asscheeks. For a little while, he played in her wet crack; then she saw him moving up over her. Her eyes went wide with delight. She held out her arms to welcome his body onto hers, his cock into her hot, wet cunt for what she knew was going to be the greatest fuck of her life.