<strong>Bill Shea- Vivienne's House</strong><br/><br/>Bill could scarcely believe the incredible warmth and softness of Viv's hot honey hole. He let out a long groan of satisfaction, not unlike the sound he made when slipping into a hot bath with tense muscles. She felt amazing wrapped around him both inside and out and as her nails moved slowly over his wide shoulders, he leaned forward to kiss her deeply.<br/><br/>Reaching up from below her waist, Bill wrapped his hand slowly around Vivienne's generous breast. He was gentle at first, not wanting to hurt her with his large hands. For a moment he just held it, lightly bouncing it and gauging its weight as his hips found a life of their own. Before he even knew he was thrusting, the wooden bedframe was expressing protest to Bill's considerable mass, moving repetitively. His cock was wedged in so tightly that when he drew back, he pulled her briefly off the bed before her juices could adequately moisten his shaft. Then it was easy, some primal fire that guided him to chase the intense pleasure of moving in and out without questioning it.<br/><br/>The bedframe began to strike the wall as Bill started panting in sincere pleasure. He'd never known intercourse could be so good, but he was losing his control just a bit. His large, strong, hands were squeezing Vivienne's breast harder than he realized, sinking faintly into the flesh and popping one of the buttons off the top of her simple house dress. His hips were also driving deeper, smashing up against the entrance to her womb and slowly forcing it to open ever so faintly.<br/><br/>Bill understood for the first time why clients often referred to sex as "Nailing" someone. It had always seemed like such a brutal and crude analogy, but each time he buried his spike into Vivienne it made more and more sense. He could easily envision himself thrusting clear through her and staking her down to the floor.<br/><br/>The plaster began to chip off the wall, bit by bit behind the repeated slamming of the headboard, but Bill was too lost in his bliss to notice. He didn't notice the way that the bedposts were slamming the floor either as he continued thrusting into Viv from above her.