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Phoebe didn’t see it coming, but when Quentin entered her, Phoebe’s head flung back as he spread her tight vagina inch by inch. “Oooooh, Quentin…” she panted. “Baby…” as water pelted her face, running down her nose, lips, and neck. It spilled down his ears as he continued to suck her nipples and slip and slide inside her tightness.

Quentin’s wind picked up, and he pumped into Phoebe with perfect sailing thrusts, coated in a slathering heated wetness. With each drive into her, Quentin expanded her constricted womb as the suction from her lips held a grip on his hard shaft.

“Fuck, girl…”

“Oh my God, baby…” they both moaned at the same time.

The shower’s rain coupled with Phoebe’s natural crème caused a riptide of fiery heat to claim Quentin’s loins.

“Damn it!” He cursed.

Phoebe’s essence fit like a glove molded for the shape of his penis only. Quentin’s grip on her buttocks clenched as he pulled her up and down meeting his dragging thrusts.

“Aaaaaah!” Phoebe wailed, and Quentin took one solid hand against the back of her derriere in one spanking wet slap. “Aaaa!” Phoebe yelped again as an aching hunger slipped through her core on a steady collision course to meet his copious appetite.

“This pussy is so fucking rich…” Quentin’s baritone voice thumped. “Damn it I could stay inside you forever,” he crooned, stroking her with a faster driving force.

“Aaah! Baby! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” she screeched.

Phoebe’s legs vibrated, and Quentin knew she was at her release. Her quakes made her pussy clasp his dick, and for a moment Quentin lost it, pummeling her sweet vagina with pounding rapid thrusts. Both of their heads fell back as Quentin’s shaft tore through her wrapped in a tingling cascade of heat.

“Fuuuu-ck!” He cursed as a rocketing orgasm claimed them both.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” Phoebe sang. She trembled so hard her body went into convulsions. “Aaaaah shit!”

Quentin held her tight as she shook and fell over on his shoulder, her body going completely limp. Her breathing was ragged, and for a second, Phoebe felt out of control. With her heartbeat slamming against her breastbone and a plethora of tingles cruising inside her. The only thing she could do was lay there solidly against his hard-muscled chest.

“I got you,” Quentin reassured her. “I’m sorry,” he said, realizing he’d gone too far with her.

Phoebe fixed her lips to move but instead bit down on her teeth as a labyrinth of dashing sparks shot through her body. Phoebe could still feel her pussy pulsing and her body drumming with the sting of their heated sex. Quentin kissed her shoulders, neck, and cheeks then up to her mouth in an effort to soothe her body’s nerves.

“Talk to me,” he said.

“I… I… I…”

It was no use. Phoebe couldn’t so much as form a syllable let alone a comprehensible sentence. They stood there, still connected, breathing against each other as their heartbeat found a matching rhythm. After what felt like several minutes, Quentin lifted her thighs and eased his manhood from her womb. Phoebe’s whimpering moan let Quentin know that he wasn’t the only one who felt disjointed from the transference of their coupling. He sat her down gently on her feet, and she held on to him steady as they both happened to notice the trickling of red water that slipped down her legs to her feet.

A gasped left Phoebe, and a curse spilled from Quentin’s mouth. Slowly they both looked back at each other with the same understanding.

“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t say you’re sorry,” Phoebe said.

Quentin pulled his bottom lip in with his teeth. Phoebe leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Quentin pulled her closer, covering Phoebe in the solid warmth of his thick arms. Although he should’ve felt apologetic for taking her so hard, realistically, Quentin wanted to take her harder. He pushed his lips against her forehead, and they held each other until the water turned cold.

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