Cheeked over the area.

"Oooooh."

Frazzled the clit with the stubble of his beard.

"Weird."

"See what's coming."

In an instant Slash had wrung her tits, warped her into an arch.

Pressed Desiree over backward. Hauled her hips up by the nates of her haunch.

Hung his honker down between her legs.

"Let's go."

"What was that?"

"Don't worry. Ha ha ha. Just another passenger wants to use the can."

"Puck ‘em."

"Fuck me."

Slash stabbed his wanger in an arc. The tapered head hooked into her twat.

"Ah."

Greased its way in-all the way-on the first solid thrust.

"I want a shot."

"So soon?"

"Better make it quick. I have to make another round of the passengers."

"Shit, Desiree. Just as it was getting good."

"Are you good at getting off?"

"If you are."

"Shoot."

Slash hustled his hips faster.

"Unh unh unh."

He increased the friction against his knob by diddling from side to side rather than straightforwardly. Stretching out the lining of her cunt as he fuckrutted.

"I'm going-"

He jabbed in deeper.

"Going-"

Drove in for the kill.

"Gone!"

Desiree shook in harrowing orgasm. Perspiration flew from her juddering head.

Desiree pressured her boobs into his ribs. Felt his male nipples dirk quickly, again and again, into her own thickened knobbies.

Her mouth roamed freely over his chin, neck and shoulders. Her fingernails grilled the shoulder blades, tapped down his spine.

She rowed her phalanges over the cheeks of his ass. Slid them between.

Slash stirred in his ballocks as she trimmed his asshole rim with her fingers.

She then seized his stinger with her fingers. Brought the dick, dripping, out from her cunt. Sucked her own cuntjuice right from the pulsating head of the pecker itself.