He roared. His balls burst. A thick, squirting stream of jizz shot through his swollen cock. Spurting wads of jism shot from his dilated pisser, splattering the spongy depths of her climaxing cunt.
"I'm cuming," he roared. "I'm cuming!" His head snapped back, the muscles in his groin stiffened. He roared again, the explosion in his balls exquisite. Hard-driving thrusts pounded Eileen's jerking humping body into submission.
"More," she shrieked. "More. Give me more!"
Eileen felt each squirting wad. Each lump of stringy jizz triggered orgasms inside her hole. She climaxed again. Her legs stiffened, curled, the heels digging into his back. She rode him, bucking under his slamming body like a wildcat.
Craig's passion drained him, weakening his powerful arms. His elbows buckled and he crushed her climaxing body beneath him. "I'm cuming," he growled, his mouth against her neck. "I'm still cuming!"
Eileen's arms circled his back. She clawed his tightly muscled back and chewed on his neck. Her tits were crushed into his chest and her clit was mangled against his jamming groin.
They battled in pleasure. Each strove to give the other pleasure and wipe away, at the same time, their own guilt. Eileen held him, sandwiched between his pumping body and the squeaking mattress. Craig pounded, his hands sinking into the cheeks of her ass. Their groans and cries were muffled in each other's neck.
Eileen gasped, twisted. She was floating down from the peak. It had been fabulous. She held him, absorbing the last of his fantastic blows as he drained his nuts into her pussy.
"Honey," Craig panted. He grunted, stopped, and caught his breath.
Eileen held him until her head stopped spinning. "It was wonderful. The best we've ever done."
Craig rolled off, his limp prick lying on his thigh. It had been the best. "I guess maybe it takes a little adversity to make us appreciate what we have."
Eileen snuggled close. "Yes," she said. "Now we know. We have all we need, all I want."
He held her in his arms. "Each other."
They slept.