Ross's Revenge

He loved the movement of her beautiful breasts bouncing up and down. She threw back her head and dug her nails into his chest as she came again. He loved the sounds of her moans and squeals, which were better than any porn film he had ever seen.

He couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled her close and kissed her hard. "I want to make you cum," she said, breathing hard. "Cum for me."

They fucked each other violently until he couldn't take it any longer. He didn't care anymore about what had happened, or what would happen, or about being in control, or anything else in the world. All he cared about was cumming for this beautiful sex goddess he had straddling his throbbing, hard cock.

"Oh, God!" he cried out. "I'm going to cum! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, Jesus!" He finally felt his release squirt out of him and they both cried out together in unison one final time before she slowly removed herself from his dick and laid down on the bed next to him.

As they caught their breath and began to calm down, he pulled her close and kissed her forehead. She laid her head on his chest, content, happy, and satisfied. They spooned together in silence for a while. Then he finally spoke.

"You knew what you were doing all this time, didn't you?" He grinned at her, amused.

"Yes," she said sheepishly, looking up at him. "Are you mad?"

"Mad? Are you kidding?" He looked at her, incredulous. "No. It was fantastic. Thank you. Thank you so much." He took her hand and kissed it, then kissed her gently on the cheek.

"No," she whispered, putting her head back on his chest, closing her eyes. "Thank you."