The soft moans from Sandra grew louder, echoing
from the forest around them, the symphony joined by his
grunts and the sound of flesh on flesh as he continued to
plunge his rod deep inside her over and over. Her nails
dug into his back, leaving claw marks down his tan body.
She buried her face in his chest, her cheek pressed into a
tattoo coving firm, lean muscles.
She felt her muscles start to convulse and tense as
another orgasm started to build. Like an earthquake it was
unleashed, a scream escaping her lips of its own volition.
At the same time she felt him lift her off the seat, his
strong hands holding her up, still impaled on his cock.
One of his hands was behind her back, and she felt him
put it on the back of her neck, supporting her as he
pumped his seed deep inside her.
He opened his mouth in silent pleasure as the little
deaths took him, emptying himself into her.
They stayed there for a moment, joined as one,
savoring the fading sensations of absolute pleasure.
“I never got your name…” Sandra said between ragged
breaths.
“Jake.” He replied, his steely eyes and beguiling smile
stopping her heart again.
“Nice to meet you.”