Charlotte stiffened. Her hips lifted frantically to the pace of his thumb and the melody of his thrusts. She soared. Bucking wildly against him. Taking him deeper herself. He obliged by simply not moving. Allowing her in her frenzy as the climax took her to take him. He felt that pressure. His cock head breaking thru and then that sweet silken potato peeler of a tunnel, tight as a latex wet suit stripped his foreskin and crimp around him.<br/><br/>There was no reserve. He gripped her hips and rode her like 15 miles of bad dirt road. Striking against that acorn clit every time he breeched to her core. He tensed on her second hot wave in that awful first thunder storm.<br/><br/>His load shot in hot wads deep into her. Stroking still as his cock let loose and sprayed, coating her with his lust.