Jordan collapsed, her legs shaking from the release, but I wasn’t done, naw far from it. She got hers it was time for me to get mine. Gripping her ankles, I flipped her onto her stomach, spread her thighs, and grabbed her around her waist arching her back just the way I wanted. Bending down, I took another long wet lick at her pussy; French kissing it from the back. Jordan almost broke form, her pussy still sensitive from the previous tonguing. Taking a position, I maneuvered my dick at the gates of her essence, hands planted at the dip of her back, I eased it all in, her head shot up cooing from the feel the thick slab of ten-inch man meat sliding deep inside of her. My hands made their way to her waist controlling the speed and momentum, slow and long strokes, savoring every moment. Jordan moaned out all kinds of fucks, damnits, and shits, even calling out to the good Lord when she could.
“You like this dick?” I wrapped my hand around her neck, bending her back within earshot.
“Tell me you like this dick baby,” I asked again squeezing her neck just enough to make her groan that yes out loud. She began to leak that nectar juice; it trickled down my dick between our thighs. It wasn’t long before I could feel my cock ready to explode from the buildup. My thrust became more ferocious and profound as if I was trying to tear her in two, but she just yelled and threw that round brown ass back in rhythm.