
Under the onslaught, Paul couldn't hold back any longer. Moaning deliriously into the slobber soaked carpet, he, too, began to orgasm. His cock bucked and jerked, throbbing mightily against the walls of her pussy as it forced the hot, milky jism up from his balls.
At the feel of that first powerful spurt gushing into her, Joselyn stiffened, arching her head back, turning her flushed face towards the ceiling. She pushed back into him with all her strength, burying his cock in her to the hairs as it spurted again and again, bathing the inside of her cunt in molten fluid. Every teeming spurt made the fireball blossom anew, knocking the air from her lungs, making her gasp and fight for breath.
Only after the spurting stopped did she resume her fucking. She hungrily bobbed her buttocks up and down, driving the rapidly softening penis through the super-wet, super-sticky grip of her cunt, making the pearly goo he'd deposited inside her come rushing out to hang in long, yo-yaing strands from the apex of her slit. Finally, Paul's cock buckled in the middle and came sliding out of her pussy. The two parted company with a moist plop and then his limp cock swung back to its normal position.
Joselyn made an impatient noise and reached back between his legs to grip his penis. She did so with the idea in mind of pushing it back up her pussy, but as soon as she felt its mushy, spineless shaft, she flung it away from her in disgust. Paul was a disappointment to her in more ways than one.
The dark-haired young man collapsed face down onto the rug and lay there, motionless except for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.
She stared at him, an expression of disgust on her face. She wondered what inexperienced girl had covered the ladies room walls with graffiti in tribute to this "One Shot Charlie"? After a single fuck, he was always wasted, exhausted. And the few times she'd wheedled and threatened him into doing her a second time, he moaned and groaned through the whole thing as if it was just about killing him. Some lover!
