"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck", Claire Kincaid gasped as she was bent over her lover Jack McCoy's kitchen table.
His aggressive thrusts into her wet cunt were pushing her forward, making the cutlery and crockery shake and rattle to the floor. Claire didn't care. She pushed back hard onto Jack's rock hard cock, desperate to cum. Jack leaned over her, running his hand underneath the T-shirt she was still wearing from her morning run to roughly caress her tanned breast, while his fingers ran down her firm stomach before finding her clit. His expert fingers made her cunt pulse with pleasure, and in her ear she heard Jack's responding groan as he felt her wet cunt tighten around his thick cock.
"Fuck, Claire, how is your cunt this good" she heard, bringing her even closer to the edge. "Fuck, just fuck me, I'm so fucking close, pull my hair now" Claire moaned as she increased the speed of her responding thrusts, grinding herself on Jack in frantic desperation as she felt building pressure in her cunt that promised eventual climax. Jack responded by pounding her even more forcefully, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her face back at his so that he could passionately kiss her, one hand still firmly kneading her breast.
Claire responded greedily with a guttural growl, before Jack pushed her head down until her whole torso was pressed into the table, his hands firmly keeping her in place as his pace increased. Claire moans became higher and less distinct, keeping time with each thrust until all she could say was "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" until Jack shoved his fingers in her mouth, allowing her to suck on them gratefully.