Susan closed her eyes. Even in the dark, it was too painful any more to even watch. It was at times like this that she was glad she had enjoyed a somewhat full sex life in high school and college. She could at least remember how good fucking could be. Or maybe it would have been better not to know, then she wouldn't know what she was missing and might be less sad over it.

John thrust in and out of her cunt, his even tempoed strokes gliding with almost predetermined rhythm in and out of her cunt slot. She humped her hips upward, her pussy throwing itself at his cock, banging her body against his, forcing the pleasure into her cunt, making it enjoy what little there was to be found in John's robot-like fucking.

Susan could feel her clit throbbing with pent up desire, begging her for the touch of a hand, the softness of a pair of lips or the darting joy of a warm tongue.

She kept pace with his body, clashing against him in a steady gait. She flexed her cunt muscles, tightening her pussy lips around the thickness of his cock shaft as he drove in and out, forcing his stalk to massage her wet, fleshy cunt. Her cunt lips clung to his cream-covered prick as it slipped in and out of her pussy. She milked his cock with her cunt, almost as if she were masturbating him inside her fiery pussy slot.

His prick plunged in and out as he drove at her cunt, his speed never changing, one even stroke after another. Her pussy sizzled with fire, flames consuming her clit, the tensions so tight inside her that her pussy hurt and her belly ached from the hard knots tied inside her stomach.

She could tell that he was fast approaching his climax. His cock was swelling inside her cunt canal, expanding with each stroke into her creamy pussy. She humped faster, trying to force him to speed up, racing her body in a dismal effort to squeeze some bits of pleasure from his cock. Her pussy clung to his prick, her fires burning, but not yet ready to burst inside her to afford the precious, wonderful relief she needed so very badly.