Wet. Wet. Gushing wet and he laps it up. Fingers, tongue moaning into her cunt as he coaxes her through it to the other side. And as soon as she relaxes, as soon as the grip on his hair relents, John rises to his feet.

"I love your cunt," he rasps, and then he's on her. Grabbing her. Turning her. Pulling her ass so she has no choice but to offer it up so he can drive his cock into her, eager for his own release. He gives her no time to relax or recover and certainly no time to comprehend or protest before he's fucking her hard and fast.