“Well, Richard, have you figured out what to do with that thing yet?” demanded Jane. Richard was said with absolute disdain now, as if she was spitting out a foul taste.
I grabbed her thighs hard, just enough to slow her down, and positioned myself at a steeper angle. Then I placed my cockhead up into her lips, spreading them until I could feel the entrance to her channel. Then I swirled it around in a circle, holding her off firmly. Jane moved her head down and bit into my chest.
“Aaahhhh,” I shouted, just as she slammed herself down onto me.
She continued to grind, and I began to thrust in earnest. Sweat running off of her, dripping from her tits and her chin and her nose. I was slamming up into her, feeling the depth of her spread around me with each stroke. She began rocking in time to my thrusts, rubbing her clit against the top of my shaft, biting my neck and my chest, sucking my nipples. Circling, grinding, building. I was soaked in her cunt, and both of us in sweat. I could feel her cunt tightening on the tip of my shaft, as I drove myself home for the final time, and began releasing, pumping, jetting all over her insides. Thrumming inside her as she shook and groaned.
“Dick. Goddamn, oh, goddamn, Dick!”
I could say nothing, which was fortunate, as if I had the faculty, I would have wanted to shout, “What’s my name?
She collapsed on top of me. After what seemed like hours, I opened my eyes as I heard her mumble, “See Dick cum, cum Dick cum.”