 Why, just the other night she’d been riding him, perched in his lap and bouncing on his cock, her hands digging into his shoulders, her soft, generous breasts rubbing against his chest. It was all he could do not to melt into the bed—her eyes had been closed to concentrate on keeping the rhythm but they’d opened suddenly and he’d been so struck by the look of helpless surrender and bliss in her expression that he’d wrapped his arms around her tightly, ceasing her movements, and came inside her so hard and so thoroughly he’d seen stars. And to his delight, she’d cried out and came instantly after, convulsing in his hold, her cunt milking him greedily.