Weighing down upon the lass's lithe form, Richard fucked her pussy until he felt her silky sheath clench around his cock as she cried out in sexual delirium. A heated kiss clamped down on Evie's cries, not wanting to attract undue attention. Soon, the tension in the wild woman's body ebbed until she seemed to pass out from the bliss of orgasm. Richard's thrusts adopted a merciful rhythm and lingered in mild penetration, sloshing in the rich soup of her nectar, and indulging in every exquisite sensation Evie's soft pussy had to offer. Her squirming from the impulses he imparted brought a singular smile to the playboy's face. She had her eyes closed as if in an euphoric spell, letting Richard do whatever he wished.<br/><br/>His cock aching to relieve itself, Richard stood tall. His breathing came in heavy pants, and sweat beaded on his chest from exertion. His great hand grasped her frail shoulder and sat her up, keeping her upright from the intoxicating effects of orgasm. Richard moved her to stand and spin around, his hand curled around her waist as his free hand bent her form from below the neck. She sprawled over the desk, and Richard brought both her hands to meet behind her back. The dominant held them together as his cock re-claimed her ginger pussy. The rhythm that afflicted her cunt became more vigorous than before, and with her hands behind her back Richard reached down and grabbed the top of Evie's auburn locks to pound her in the most primitive manner possible. Her pussy felt beyond exquisite, and his orgasm already pooled deep in his core.