Ralph Burch - Duplicate lovers

"Once in your beauty and I d… d… die!" He glowed, ramming into her even faster. He went for her mouth now with hot French kisses. They twisted and writhed, her cunt burning furiously and joyously. If you can't lick 'em, join 'em, she thought, in the pleasant chaos of being taken. Or was it, fuck 'em?

"Ah, ah, ah," he went.

"I think I'm falling in love with your detached cock, not you," she teased him.

"I feel the same about your hot box."

They pounded up to glory, loins thrusting, kissing, caressing, crazed by the hot action. As she felt her orgasmic glaze coming, she thrilled to think of taking her old enemy's jism. But of course, he wasn't her enemy any longer. They were on top of the world together! She went into her luscious freeze, moaned and gave up her sexuality to him.

"Ohhhhhh!" Throb, throb, throb. Her cunt squeezed on his mastering cock.

He had to give little pleasure laughs at the exquisite delight of it all. Then he tensed, froze and broke.

"Ahhhhhhh, Nancy!" Spurt, spurt, spurt. Right into her stubborn, hot little cunt. It felt so great, fabulous and for once in the last four years he didn't have a single thought about his Smart Suit or problems as he became an animal male emptying hot pleasure into her cunt.