Chapter 7: Behind Their Back : A final Blowjob - R`18+
Their primal rhythm continued, a relentless dance of thrust and response.
In the throes of her repeated orgasms, her body would sometimes tense, a strangled cry escaping her lips, before she'd momentarily lose consciousness, her weight slackening against him.
He'd growl, his grip tightening on her hips, his deep thrusts jolting her back to awareness. "Don't you dare go limp on me. You're going to feel every last inch." His eyes, dark and possessive, would bore into hers, demanding her participation.
Each return to consciousness was marked by a fresh wave of intense sensation as he continued his forceful invasion.
Soft whimpers would escape her, quickly turning into gasps and moans as another orgasm clawed its way through her system, sometimes followed by another fleeting moment of oblivion.
He seemed fueled by her near-unconsciousness, his thrusts becoming even more brutal, more demanding. "Feel me, damn you. Feel how deep I am inside you." His voice was thick with a raw, possessive edge.
Finally, a guttural roar ripped from his chest as his body convulsed, his seed erupting deep within her.
He remained locked in place, his breathing ragged, his grip still tight on her hips.
After a long, shuddering moment, he finally stilled, his head falling back against the pillow.
His eyes, still glazed with the aftermath of his climax, slowly focused on her face, her limp form straddling him. A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest.
"Heh.. This is why i love Milfs" The raw intensity in his gaze slowly began to fade, replaced by a heavy, sated exhaustion.