Sex with Roger was one, constant orgasm. It was hard to tell one from the other, her body just instinctively opened up to his and she would just come over and over and over and over again until she was whimpering and so sensitive that she'd have to ask him to stop. Mandy clung to Roger, letting him support her as her body began to peak once more. She wasn't sure what Roger's record was but she knew it was up there. She felt every inch as he moved inside of her, stretching her pussy, making her wet and dripping all for him. Mandy swallowed, trying to catch her breath but he didn't giver her a chance.
"Oh God," she gasped, his thrusts getting harder and deeper as he fucked her. The new pace was driving her crazy and she couldn't stop moaning. His talented fingers moved over her clit, causing her cunt to wrap around him, pulling him deep as the waves of orgasm began to build. The damn broke on an especially deep thrust and her walls gripped him like a vice, spasming around him as she cried out his name. Her hips bucked against his, silently begging him to fuck her harder.
She loved it when he talked dirty to her and the alcohol had helped take her inhibitions away. Wide, slightly glazed brown eyes looked up at him, fingers digging into his arms as she came apart around him. She knew he got off when she said anything dirty, which, was rare for her but right now? Right now she was in the moment, drunk and practically a moment away from coming again. "Fuck me harder," she whispered, blushing just a bit. "Make me come again."