The curtain of Evie's silky auburn hair cascaded down to tickle both of their exposed shoulders. The gentle bobbing of her form afforded every pleasure her pussy had to offer. The fleshy bullet of his massive cock rubbed at her deepest parts, tapping the entrance to her cervix with every gyration. Richard's heart beat ecstatic as he gazed up at the Irish dream, her full breasts gently bouncing with each delicious gyration of her pale-skinned hips. The moisture she created leaked down and over his crotch, and he decided to partake in what the lass had to offer.<br/><br/>Richard's lips lashed out in a passionate kiss as he stood up from the chair. The strong man lifted Evie up with him, rotating and setting her down with her back on the desk surface. Richard slid his flat hand under her, removing the sundry papers and pens that happened to be there before withdrawing himself from the object of his lust. Richard hovered his face over Evie's drenched sex, savoring the scent of her sexual musk ... he latched his mouth once more, drinking up the juices where his cock had just resided. The taste of her gave Richard an unusual calm, even amidst the heated fornication they both shared in.<br/><br/>Giving her clit a final kiss, Richard angled his erection back into Evie's warm, wet sheath -- re-stretching her wall to conform to his wide girth. His bent over, imposing his dominating presence as his cock filled Evie once more. Lodged impossibly deep, Richard's shallow -- yet powerful -- thrusts tested the resilience of her entrance as his face found hers. They kissed, and she tasted herself on his lips and tongue. His hands wove into the smooth strands of her hair and he adored her in sexual worship.