Claire met him stroke for stroke.

As he banged the dick to her, she pushed her loins down to meet him, and her cunt took him like a scabbard sheathing a red hot sword. As he withdrew, she ground her pelvis with a rotating motion, as if his cock were a screw and her cunt were threaded.

His prick began to swell like a balloon inside her, expanding her slot around it, and her cunt made the adjustment, fitting snug to the contours of his prick so that there was slippery, fiery friction along every millimeter of his rod and knob. Her cunt muscles rippled, clutching his cock from root to head in a spasmodic series of contracting rings.

They began to fuck faster, increasing the pace together, until they were fairly flying. His belly slapped hers and his balls swung in like the clapper of a bell, spanking against her lean ass, tolling the chords of passion. She was panting heavily now. Her tits rose and fell, heaving, and he cupped them in his hands, squeezing the firm mounds and rubbing his thumbs across the vibrant nipples. His face went down to hers and their lips met, brushing lightly together at first and then parting as they began swapping tongues.

"Ohhh," she said. "Oooooh."

Jonathon was slamming into her savagely, and his dick acted like a piston as it pumped the cunt juice from her. Forced out by his fat cock, thick, creamy love juice flooded from her unfurled cunt lips and ran down into the crack of her ass and onto his balls as he whammed in to the hilt.

Already stimulated by the vibrator, Claire was rising rapidly to the peak.

And, excited by the girls he had interviewed, Jonathon was only a stroke or two behind her in their mutual climb towards the height of sensation.