"In no time his eager sperm left his sack and was shot out the head of his cock. His cum splashed the walls of her tunnel where it blended with her own juices. He grunted loudly each time a wad of cum left his cock."
"His secret to staving off the load that felt like it was pooling like lava somewhere between his asshole and his balls was in rhythm -- musical rhythm to be exact. He was pounding out a number one song, and if there was one thing he could do it was keep time to music."
"Maud, who had never seen a live naked man before, was awed by the sight of his broad shoulders and chest tapering into a slender waist and narrow hips, the sturdy legs framing the golden plumage of his manhood."
"The glance they shared was open and naked, and as intimate as his cock inside her. 'God.' Her nails dug deliciously into the muscles of his back. 'You're so hard. And big. Jesus, you're so thick and long.'"
"Her hands slid over his cock, which had begun to spring into action with the very first glance his way. He gave in to the hazy mindlessness, wrapping his arms around her in an embrace as he propelled them, swirling through the water like ecstatic sea otters. In the weightlessness of water, his strong muscles held them together, and her long legs wrapped around him as he drove into her until he plummeted into the abyss of climax."
"Bolts of heat shot through him like night lightning flashing across a humid August sky. His mouth twisted to take hers, then twisted to take more. The storm inside him thundered and threatened to erupt."
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