He spurted a third load into her, and yet a fourth.

Each time he shot up her, her cunt responded by pumping out another hot gush of cunt juice.

At last he was drained.

His cock was still stiff and he held steady, panting, while Jayne squirmed and writhed beneath him, working out the terminal spasms of her own orgasm.

She smiled up at him.

"Oh, that was lovely…" she purred.

Jonathon leaned down and kissed her on the lips, running his tongue into her mouth, then ducked lower and kissed each taut, vibrant nipple.

His prick was still hard as an iron bar, still buried up her flooded hole. Although he had just emptied his balls of a huge creamy load, they were already starting to swell up with a renewed charge.

Usually, when they both came quickly, as they just had, Jonathon was inclined to leave his cock inside her cunt, waiting for a few moments, and then starting to fuck a second time – a longer, slower, more leisurely but equally thrilling fuck culminated by a second heavy climax.

They were both highly sexed. A single fast fuck never satisfied them for long.

But there was no time now.

Regretfully, he looked at his watch.

Ruefully, he said, "Damn! I guess we'll have to take a rain check on seconds."

"I'm afraid so. But it won't be long… and remember, I promised you a lovely blow job when I get home."

That was not a promise that horny Jonathon was likely to forget.

He slowly pulled his dick out of her cunt.

Her cunt lips slurped on the departing slab of cockmeat, loath to give it up.

His cock came out stiff, then slowly started soften.

Vacated, her open pussy flooded with their mingled juices. When she stood up, her pussy squished moistly, causing her to giggle. His prick quivered, sinking down but quite ready to rise again, given the opportunity and the reason and the place to fit.