Relentlessly still bucking backward against him, though her pace had significantly slowed, Emily rode out the waves of her climax at her own pace, enjoying every slight sensation, every sensitivity he invoked, every aching that lurched within her. She spiraled out of control before him, losing grip on reality, reeling and writhing, as her juices spilled out, making the clamping walls of her pussy twitch, suffocating his cock. His member twitched inside of her, as his jewels smacked hard against the backs of her upper thighs, signaling that he too, was close to finishing. There was no attempt made at silencing her sensual moans, her devious groans, or her uncontrollable screams, and neither of them would care to keep this session a muted secret from their children. In fact, Abigail and Peter were the farthest things from Emily's mind, in the burning heat of the moment.<br/><br/>His grip against her hips turned vice-like, making her squeal, just as she was preparing to dwindle down, to fall face-first against the bed and bask in the afterglow of such a strong orgasm. Yet Andrew kept on the pace, fucking her thoroughly, until he too, was spent. She was sent into another spiral of tingles, her body tensing and tightening all over, when his pace started to slow in perfect timing with the amplification of his groaning. The sound was one she loved hearing, addicted to his body giving over to her, while his cock spurted and the tip of it shot out thick coatings of his cum, painting her insides with ropes of creamy jizz. Her sigh was heavy when he finally released her locks, keeping his fat cock buried within her cunt, falling forward and crashing into her. She fell to the bed completely, turning her face to plant a kiss against his glistening forehead. "Me too," she smirked, wrapping her arm around as far as it would bend, managing to weave a few fingers through his short hair. "You always fuck me so well."<br/><br/>