Margos was pleased... very pleased as she still responded to his thrusts.... even though he could tell she was a bit worn out from their activities.  Her moaning voice as she writhed on top of him fueled him even more, his thrusts deep and long against her welcoming walls which was slick and welcoming.<br/><br/>His hands wandered to shapely rear as he squeezed it and massaged it, even as he thrust deep and hard into her, loving the way she rolled her hips to meet his thrusts and the sight of her firm mounds pressing against his chest as it did so.