Her high-toned moan seemed to wash over him like a cool mist on a hot day. His hips gave a few particularly intense thrusts, the quick grunts of pleasure morphing into long moans of intense ecstasy. The way her body moved with his, her pussy walls tightening around his thick cock. It milked and stroked his thick shaft with such irresistible silky tightness and soaking wetness. He looked delighted when she came for him, lavishing in the wet mess it had made at his thighs.<br/><br/>His heart was racing, as was his approaching climax. His hands gripped hers, holding them just to the side of her shoulders with her legs over his own shoulders. His hips rapidly pumped to her, driving his swollen cock rapidly into her, making lewd sounds of lusty sex as his tempo increased. Her hands away from her body made her breasts bounce even more freely, and his perspiration-touched face lavished himself between them while they bobbed.<br/><br/>"LAYLA YES!" He finally grunted loudly, his neck and back arching as he thrust himself deep within her, his cock convulsing with an intense climax. His pace slowed to a slower, though still powerful pace, the pleasure overriding his ability to continue moving as he was. The release was one of both sexual climax and a mounting of the increased physical pace to a more moderate one. "By the GODS..." He breathed, kissing at her neck and lips again, his hot breath washing over her. He was smiling deeply, a slight chuckle at his words as though even he were surprised at the intensity of his orgasm.