Cowgirl Carole by Phil Cummings

Cowgirl Carole

I snapped it. We put our faces close and inhaled, holding our breath as the rush overcame us. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. As the all-encompassing rush overwhelmed me I exploded inside her. It was different than the orgasms that I had had on acid at the hot springs. This was a thousand times more physical. Each spurt almost made me have a heart attack they were so powerful. Carole was vibrating like a Dervish, impaled on my spurting cock, hands on my shoulders and almost screaming as her hips gyrated wildly. As the rush subsided she collapsed against me.