She relaxed the grip of her thighs as he withdrew, then tightened them, drawing him back into her hairy bowl. Her heels were locked behind his haunches, rubbing against his asshole.

"Fuck," she whimpered.

Then the horny housewife began to repeat the word, saying it once each time he plunged in, as if she were describing the act, putting dialogue to the erotic ballet. He was fucking in frantically now as his peak built higher, fucking so fast that she could not pause between the repetition as she whimpered the word over and over again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

And she met his strokes with equal vitality. Her whole smooth body had started to vibrate. She was ready to come again, waiting for him, wanting to cream at the same instant that he poured his hot jism into her.

She said, "Fuck! Come!"

"Yeah, yeah," he panted, almost there.

"Shoot it in me, darling – fill my cunt with all that hot, thick juice! Let me feel you squirt it up me!"

Jonathon gasped.

His balls burst and the sap rushed up his cock. Caroline could feel the prickshaft ripple as the cum poured up it – and then she felt the steaming fuck lava hose her pussy.

She cried out with animal passion.

Her pussy melted around his prick like a wax candle around a hard, fiery wick. Each time he fucked in to the root, he shot another thick wad of scum up her, and she responded with an equal flow of pussy juice that gushed into her fuck hole and blended with his spunk. His meaty cock was pumping the stuff out of her as it filled her cunt tunnel. Foaming and frothy, the lather of love creamed from her slot, and they both kept replacing it with more. He shot seven or eight doses up her, the stuff jetting out as if his balls were bottomless, and Caroline felt as if her whole body and being were dissolving, magically changing into cunt-juice and pouring out of her groin. The bed was soaking under her ass. She was slipping and sliding on a film of fuck juice as she worked out the last spasms of her climax.