He is panting lightly now, caught up in the aura of pure desire that she is projecting. Her cry elicts another throaty groan of his own, and he speeds up his movements, the wet sloshing noises of her front around his cock and the steady slapping of her rear against the table forming a sort of lust-soaked background music to accompany their coupling.<br/><br/>Taking advantage of his height, he leans down between her raised legs without interrupting his thrusts and fastens his lips on one breast, licking and sucking at the juice-coated flesh. The hand that was squeezing and rubbing that breast now moves up to the edge of her lips, inviting her to suckle on them and taste herself as he is now doing on her breast.