His groin crashed against her tight round bum with increasing intensity until he finally gave a loud gasp and blew his load. He slipped his hands down to Penelope’s hip bones and pulled on them as he made the last few final thrusts. She pushed back hard as though she wanted to get every last drop.
“Oh God that was good,” she kept repeating, “that was good.”
Both of them, quite exhausted, sat naked in each other arms and it was some considerable time before anyone spoke. Then it was Penelope that whispered, “Thank you.”
Later, putting on his own clothes, Jarred was preparing to leave. Penelope, whose cunt was still quivering from the beating it had taken, asked him to stay at her place for a while.
“You’ve got nowhere to go,” she smiled, “Why don’t we see how it works out between us?”
“I don’t think you want to get involved with a gambler,” he said, shaking his head.
“Why not?,” she quipped, “Every time you feel like gambling we can play strip poker and if I lose, which I probably will, I’ll suck your cock and swallow.”
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a pack of cards “With odds like that,” he laughed, “How can I possibly refuse.”