Drake was definitely not in control of himself anymore. Her firm, petite body sitting on his lap and rubbing against him was sending waves of heat through his nerves, and each of her hungry kisses made his brain feel like it was just hit by a piledriver. His limbs were almost… aching with desire. Aching<em>physically</em>… he was veritably wrapping all of himself around her. She was touching something different from Drake only with her legs that were dangling against the bench. Otherwise, there was Drake everywhere.<br/><br/>Their kisses were hungry and filled with anticipation. Drake’s stomach knotted and unknotted with desire as her nimble fingers started to undress him… his body seemed to react by itself, each single part of him focused on the task of exploring every square inch of her, while offering all of himself to her touch and feel. Drake liked to keep himself reasonably fit and his muscles were solid and tense, mainly because of her enormous arousal.<br/><br/>Her big, firm breasts almost exploded out of her dress and Drake almost whimpered when he saw their beautiful, orange-furred fullness presented to him. Second after she exposed her full, luscious hips and his hands went to them almost on their own accord, grabbing her buttocks and feeling them, his fingers pressing against her curves, moving upon the soft furry surface with lustful enjoyment.<br/><br/>She unclenched her mouth from his own to whisper something. He smiled, his lips against her own… and answered in a low, aroused tone. “Why on earth?” he said “Well… do you want me to debate on that or would you prefer to finally<em>have</em>me?”. She answered by starting to rummage on his trousers and were not for the white-hot kisses that she started smothering his lips with, he would have very probably yelped.<br/><br/>His cock felt so hard that it could have been made out of stone, except it was much warmer than normal stone. The feel of her small hands around him almost made Drake’s brain explode… he spent his last iota of rationality in avoiding ramming into her while her panties were still in the way.<br/><br/>He wanted her. He wanted to feel her. He wanted her to feel him… every single inch.<br/><br/>He pulled her pants aside, freeing the wet hole that nestled between her hips. Drake was an antiquarian and he was accustomed to manipulating extremely valuable and frail artifacts… and after some time doing that, one’s fingers DO become nimble. He parted slightly her labia with a single, soft movement and then he pressed his thumb teasingly over her erect clitoris. Then, the tip of his hard cock made its way a little inside her.<br/><br/>Then, Drake clasped both his hands on her thighs… and finally she was impaled on him.<br/><br/>The first thrust was… deep. He was so hard and she was so wet that his strong shaft slid all the way inside her, despite her tightness. Her tunnel was firm and slippery and offered resistance enough to enhance the reciprocal feeling exponentially, but nobody got hurt as her flesh parted in a hungry embrace around his hot rod.<br/><br/>He had all his big, warm length slide into her and he felt distinctly its tip hit a spot inside her cunt.<br/><br/>Drake shuddered and groaned loudly and looked at her… pressing her body against his own so he was completely inside. He smiled and kissed again her lips hungrily.<br/><br/>“Saru… “ he said. “…at last..”<br/><br/>Then, he resumed the kissing. And, helping himself with his hold on her buttocks, he started thrusting seriously.<br/>