He knew that that tickle would only get worse until his orgasm reached the point of inevitability.

Bernard was somewhat surprised at the rate at which his sexual tension was growing toward saturation.

He could tell that he was entering the home-stretch of the fuck and cranked up his hips movements to full-tilt.

He kicked his cock into overdrive and let her cunt have it as hard and fast as he could, the muscles in his broad back rippling masculinity.

He released his grip on her underbelly and slid his hands slowly further up under her sweet body.

He moved his hands to her breasts, which looked even larger when the force of gravity was in their favor.

He positioned her erect throbbing nipples against the centers of his palms and opened his fingers wide.

Bernard had to stretch his hands as large as he could get them to clutch all of her breast flesh at the same time.

He fondled and massaged her fits as he rammed his loins hard against her welt-covered buttocks.

Her ass cheeks quaked with each slapping contact.

The tip of his prick repeatedly rammed her cervix and the back of her cunt.

She felt like she was coming clitorally and deep-vaginally simultaneously and screamed once again.

Soon it got to the point where the woman could no longer tell when one orgasm ended and the next began.

It felt like she was having one continuous come rather than a series of shorter ones strung together.

She saw sparks floating in the blackness of her inner eyelids.

"I CAN'T! I CAN'T! I CAN'T STOP COMING!" she screamed.

She knew that her orgasms were not going to stop until Bernard ended the act by spilling his seed.

She knew that her ultimate physical pleasure would continue until Bernard brought an end to the savage fuck.

She could tell by the sounds Bernard was making that he wasn't going to be able to fuck for much longer.