Suddenly, it happens.
“Randy!” she screams, her asshole flexing hard around me. “Oh shit yeah!”
Sam’s climax sets me off, and suddenly my balls unload in the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Fuck!” I roar, pounding into her bottom with short, powerful strokes as hot jism fills her anus. “Oh shit!”
Hot reams of seed pump into her ass as Sam clenches wildly around me, rivulets of female cream dripping down to coat my shaft.
“Mmmm!” she wails.
The wet sounds of ecstasy mix with our heavy grunts and moans as the rhythm of skin slapping against skin fills the open air, but it only turns me on. I love knowing that this is the Samantha Monroe whom I met a couple months ago, and that nothing’s changed. The moment we set eyes on each other, it was all over. Fireworks doesn’t even describe it. It’s more like a volcano, complete with a hot lava and powerful aftershocks in the Earth itself. I don’t even care if we’re caught because it’s worth it, being with this woman.
But finally, we return to normality, or at least some semblance of it. I stare down at the pretty woman, her legs spread with my huge member still buried in her backside. But is Samantha embarrassed? Of course not. She giggles breathlessly, still panting, and then clenches her bottom around my still semi-hard shaft.
“That was good, Randy,” she purrs breathlessly. “Again?”
With a low chuckle, I lean forward to seize the beautiful woman’s mouth with mine because only Samantha Monroe can deliver like this: on a roof, in the middle of an emergency, while her damned cat stalks around us, meowing up a storm. I’m already falling hard for the pretty brunette … and I know it.