Any more and I doubt I could walk tomorrow morning.”
One last kiss and they fell into sleep together. She lightly touched her hair, a wiry autumn red mass held smoothly prisoner by two jeweled clips and a hair tie. But now she could hear Andy, could measure the quickening thrusts by the music of the bed springs, and fascinated and incredibly turned on, heard him give one final, loud grunt as he thrust deep into her and heard distinctly his “I’m cumming, Julie, I’m…Aarrggh” and heard the suddenly collapse onto the bed, springs now muted as their bodies slowly shifted in their languorous way. “Oh god, I’m cumming,” he gasped, “I’m cumming, I’m sorry, I…” and reaching beneath her, grasping her shoulders to hold her against his sudden and deep thrusts, he let his climax roll over her, felt himself shoot jet after jet of his seed into the condom, so much so that the image of a burst condom flashed through his mind.
