<strong>Slade, in Emma on the beach</strong><br/><br/>The White Queen was sliding up and down his slick, thick pole under the efforts of them both. When her climax came it was evident to all, the vocal sign of approval and release and not to mention the evidence upon his manhood. Slade was not very far behind, not very far behind at all. He was spurred on by her scream of approval, her hips in movement quite soon again as she continued to ride him, his own hips grinding into her. He could feel her breasts rubbing against her chest and his hand came away from her hair so he could get familiar with a warm, globe of soft, perfect flesh. His hand roughly held for a few moments, but only for a few moments.<br/><br/>Slade himself needed just<em>some</em>thing else to get him to carnal bliss and he knew precisely what it was. His hands took her by the hips and he pushed himself up from the lounger, it was half a step forward and half just falling forward as he relocated them from the beach lounger to the sand. His shins struck the hot sand underneath and he barely registered against the heat generated between himself and Emma. With rough hands again he moved her, he had taken her on her back and he had taken her on his hips and now he moved to put her down on her hands and knees while he positioned himself behind her. In the transition he had come free of her but found the open air on his cock offensive for it had found much greater comfort buried inside her. One hand took her by the hair again while the other saw him guide his pick back into her. His hips were so driving his dick into her, there was something circular in the manner that they moved back before coming in again to place his pulsing manhood as deep into her as he could.<br/><br/>The Terminator watched the shape of her back and the hand that had placed him inside her ran its length, he took a hold of the perfectly sculpted backside then re-tightened his grip upon her hair. Slade<em>drove</em>and he<em>drilled</em>and he<strong>fucked</strong>Miss Frost until eventually a held breath escaped with a low growl of satisfaction and a thick rope of hot fluid erupted from his member to coat her inner walls, it came again as Slade made those climax thrusts, those final pushes of his hips as he unloaded. His lips sough out her neck once more as he planted a final heated kiss. She could probably feel the facial hair on his chin against her cheek as his mouth twisted into a smile.