"Oh, Greg, darling," she groaned. "Please, come in me. Come in me hard, honey, and fill me up with your sperm. I want it so bad, baby. I want to feel it so warm and wet, splashing into me. Give it to me. I want it so bad, Greg. Come! Come inside me!"

The young man was tremendously excited by the way his future wife was chanting her demands. He loved it when she got this way, when her desires became so basic and when they surfaced so easily. That was one thing he loved about Regina-the way she was so honest and up front about sex. She loved to fuck, and she made no pretenses about that. But she was no whore. She was also faithful. Granted, she loved to fuck, but only with Greg.

Luckily for Greg, however, he was a skillful, understanding lover. He had the abilities to please his sex-hungry wife-to-be. If not, she might have been looking for other men to satisfy her overwhelming desires. Since Greg was such a good lover, able to meet Regina on her own terms, they found themselves infinitely compatible. And they also found themselves in love.

Regina was becoming more needful of Greg's sperm with each passing second. She began digging her fingernails into his back while thrashing around wildly beneath him.

"Come!" she shouted. "Fuck me hard and come!"

Greg was almost there, but he tried to restrain himself for just a few more moments. He was enjoying the way Regina was acting-so intensely frantic and demanding-that he wanted to watch her for as long as he could. It wasn't often that she became so animal-like in her actions, so primitive yet appealing. He tried to keep from coming so he could see just how far she would go.

But the young man's body soon took over. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. He felt that unmistakable itch in the base of his scrotum that told him his climax was upon him, so he gave in.