The stress of work, his anxieties and moral concerns, all clamored for release. Suddenly not content to let her maintain control, he savagely twisted her nipples once more and then let her breasts go, grabbing her head roughly and thrusting his crotch forward, plunging into her mouth, where his cock head ground into the back of her throat and then, unable to continue, flexed down, the head reaching into her esophagus as he pulled her head onto his pole, her nose nestling in his pubic hair as he swiveled his hips to grind his dick into her throat.
Her breath was really gasping now, she was choking, her eyes watering so that tears ran down her face and sweat broke out on her body. Her hair stuck to her cheeks and forehead as she struggled for breath. Shaking, Oliver wiggled her head from side to side, his legs quivering, trembling as he plumbed the depths of her throat.
He shook her head in little circles on his cock, reveling in the feeling of her mouth and throat engulfing all of him, squeezing him with her soft wet channel, and that she would take all of him, gagging on his rock-hard manhood. He then grabbed her hair in his right hand and pulled her backwards off of his cock before she suffocated. The feeling of release, coming out from her tight, convulsing throat and sliding down her hot tongue to pop out in the cool air was almost enough to set him off to spray his load all over her face and chest.
He pulled her up to him as he leaned down, kissing her gasping mouth in a frenzy of passion. He could taste himself on her as she plunged her wild tongue deep into his mouth. Somehow the rest of their clothes came off in moments while her hand was stroking his penis against her pussy lips, up and down, up and down, never quite going in but pulled up hard against her grinding pelvis.
They came up for air to look into each others' eyes once more, his left hand kneading her ass as his right was still entwined in her hair, her arm snaked around his neck, the other hand firmly using his throbbing member to masturbate herself. "I love you!" he panted, and "I want you!" was her reply. He figured that he didn't have long, but a quick glance at the clock showed that it was still early.
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