After Hours: Marathon Man

Sexorcist

  Feeling like her body is possessed, she forces a smile upon her face as she feels her body uncontrollably tremble from a massive wave of sensation.  Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she grips multiple things in order to control herself but knows that there is nothing she can do about the mess that she has already created amongst the sheets.   Feeling a bit of satisfaction for a job well done,  his lips curl at the corners a bit as he finds enjoyment in watching her do her best to regain her composure.   With legs spread, he shifts her left leg to the right making her ankles touch as she turns to her side.  Licking his lips while eying his target, he lays behind her as she notices the bed motioning slightly from him stroking his erection to full density.   He playfully slaps his stiff cock against her right cheek, then slides his throbbing tip up and down her folds saturating himself with her tempid juices.  In each movement she feels his cylindrical tip slowly submerging within her divide when suddenly she impatiently reaches behind herself and assists in his well anticipated entry.   Without warning,  he inadvertedly thrusts as his journey toward her stomach causes her eyes and mouth to widen.    Slapping her palm against the surface of the mattress, her head is jerked back at a slight as a result of his grip upon a fistful of her curly locks.  She feels his pulsating thickness violently slide in and out repeatedly as the impact of his pelvis puts the emphasis at the end of each controlled stroke.    She lifts her leg high to catch a glimpse at his constant voyage while provokingly massaging his testicles.  "Give me that dick snot daddy!" She yells as he continuously pummels her from behind.   She notices that he becomes increasingly harder with each uncontrollable moan that she provides.  As he breathes heavily beside her ear she mimics as she feels the intervals of his pulsation become closer.  Her body trembles at a slight with the forthcoming of yet another orgasm.  Reaching his peak, he moans into her ear as his sensual baratone sounds trigger her floodgates.  On a sexual high she is brought to tears upon the warm sensation of his hot thick fluids shooting in massive spurts throughout her pink, eventually trickling its way to the sheets.  Like a madman, he continues taking her body to pound town.  She cannot believe that he's still going and knows that she'll be sore for quit some time.   Frantically, she goes into panic mode and fears for her life.  Out of desperation,  she shouts

"Fuck me good daddy, I'm ovulating."