Becca V continued to vigorously rub on her clit as she orgasmed again. She was leaking bodily fluids from both ends in her utter and complete arousal and from Connor's second ejaculation. This man had made her come more times than she thought was possible and she, she realised, had made him come twice! She had never been so totally fucked before and thought that her love-making to date had perhaps only been playing at it.
Her body was spent, exhausted; despite her level of physical fitness, she was well and truly fucked. She inserted four fingers into her cunt, a very poor replacement for Connor's cock, but something she needed none the less, his come and her juice still spilling from her. Her legs were like rubber and she wondered if she would ever be able to stand again. But most of all, she thought, she had this fantastic man's cock in her mouth and throat, and she had brought him to orgasm. She had given him a blow job to remember.
The ejaculations of his cock directly into her throat were a new sensation to her, she wanted to scream out her pleasure and enjoyment, but being completed filled with his cock, all she could do was moan. As she mirrored Connor's thrusting into her mouth with her finger fucking she became overwhelmed. The last few drops of come she received in the mouth as he slowly withdrew, his weapon already diminishing in size and stature the last dying shot ricocheted into her hair. He walked round the bars to the collapsed and exhausted woman lying prone across the desk and knelt down between her legs to untie her.
Becca V's fingers were still within her pussy and moved with the rhythm of her frantic breathing. Connor scooped her up into his powerful arms and sitting on the table, positioned her into his lap. Her head fell into the crook of his neck, one arm running under his and onto his shoulder, the other still trapped between her legs.
He looked down at her heaving breasts, slick with sweat, and the huge beautifully crafted nipples capping those beautiful firm orbs of pale white flesh. Her black hair lay in cascades of disarray across her shoulders and face. His come dribbling across her face and hair. One stocking had slipped down her thigh a little; both were darkened, wet at the stocking top, with her vaginal juices and his semen. She appeared to be completely exhausted and content, happy to stay enfolded in the warmth of his strong arms. Kissing the top of her head, he whispered "thank you."
