He was too worked up.He was too worked up. She began arching her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, with her hips meeting him thrust for thrust. In seconds, Slade spilled his load into her and Irish came with a muffled yell, her sore and swollen pussy clasping at his spurting cock. "MMpphh!!! Ooohhh!" As she screamed out her pleasure, his fingers tightly pinched her clit, sending more bolts of pleasure throughout her spasming body. They continued to fuck, their movements slowing down only as the force of the orgasms lessened. Finally, Slade buried himself in her one last time and held perfectly still. They stood there like that for several minutes, while their breathing slowed down. Still buried deep inside her, Slade picked her up and laid her back on the table in the middle of the room. Then he slowly withdrew his cock. He took her wet drawers from her mouth and used them as a stopper on her leaking pussy. Slowly he rolled them into a ball and inserted it inside. "That better still be there when I visit you tonight," he whispered. "I want to eat all the cum out of you then." Without another word, he quickly did up the buttons on his pants and left the room, leaving Irish, lying on the table on her back, her skirt around her waist, her drawers stuffed into her pussy, her legs wide apart. |