Susan was lost beyond all caring about where he was fucking her. It could have been the dining table for all she knew - it probably would have been a hell of a lot more comfortable.
But the way she was practically riding his cock was so very different. Hot and hard and terribly messy, but she didn't care. The gasps were escaping her lips every moment she managed between their long kiss.
Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, she felt his cock brush against something and her eyes widened as she clutched at him needily. Desire was coursing through her again, and she wondered if she was still finding the last vestiges of her orgasm. She didn't know, or care beyond the fact her toes were curled with the intensity and her cunt clutched at his cock with even greater need, urging Cass even further.