She had re-dressed and seamed to have calmed down. He trust with greater force and was humping her throat. After some ten minutes had passed he managed to withdraw. He could hear her crying as she ran, but didn’t know why and didn’t really care. His knot passed her lips and was engulfed inside her. She was little better off, but managed to keep them upright. She shuddered and gushed her come while he gave one last final thrust and drove further than he had before. The cushions raised her perky little pink rear into the air; inflamed pussy lips pouting between her inner thighs stared at him. She was unshaven, something of a novelty to him. He fucked her for some time, feeling her muscles contracting and sucking him into her womanly depths. Her pleasure was quite evident in the copious amounts of fluid she secreted and her moans of passion. Her pussy clenched as he vacated her, making a little sucking sound. She was going to make a bid for the dog and see if she could have him for herself for good and all. He felt the end nudge her cervix and then open the neck of her womb on the next slow thrust. Something about her smell and the softness of her fingers aroused in him a deep
