The pleasure did not stop spreading in that manner until it filled her entire body, all the way to her finger tips and her toes.

She was gripping at the bedspread with her long red fingernails so hard that all of her knuckles had turned white.

Her toes were curled under tightly, gripping at the top balls of her feet.

The stinging in her buttocks from the black leather strap had dulled into a pulsating ache, which blended perfectly with the ache of desire she felt filling her loins.

As Bernard pumped his prick into her drooling poontang faster and faster she could feel her clit being battered violently back and forth.

Her little man in the boat was being worked over like a small punching bag being punched rhythmically by a training boxer.

She could feel her physical joy clustering at the base of her skull for a second before it entered her reeling brain.

Michele closed her eyes as tightly as she could – clenching her eyelids until they were wrinkled.

There were little lines forming at the corners of her dark eyes as she writhed in her physical bliss.

Those lines ran all the way to the woman's temples where she could feel dilated veins throbbing hard.

The veins in Michele's temples were very close to the surface and were clearly visible when swollen.

At that moment she could feel the sharp throbbing at the sides of her head come once for every beat of her racing heart.

She had her second orgasm in less than a minute.

This was followed with remarkable swiftness by her third.

Michele was making desperate whining and whimpering noises as her orgasms got closer and closer together.

At this point Bernard could feel his hot sticky semen swimming around his testicles impatiently.

The handsome brute of a man could feel a little tickle at the very base of his enormous pole of manhood.