I gripped her phenomenally succulent booty, worshipping her rich toned flesh. My tube was emptying into the depth of her cauldron.

She vibrated with mother nature‘s gifts of spasm and pulse.

I reached forward and took hold of gorgeous swinging D-cups and squeezed. It set her off again; now we both shook with orgasmic cascades and drenching fluids.

I felt lightheaded as we melted to the floor. We lay on our sides, coupled, panting; cum oozing.

We kissed deeply, sloppily, then groaned.

“Sonofabitch! Need (pant) more! Get up, Professor.”

“Please?” I teased.

“Fuck that!” Ass slap! “Up!”

Magically, I was.