Chapter 3: Climax
The coastlines stretching for miles never ceased to amaze Mrs. K. Her villa overlooked the panoramic view of the turquoise waters crashing on the sandy shores below. Sitting on her chaise lounge sipping her afternoon tea, she sighed, gazing at the vast azure ocean. The tranquility of the view soothed her.
She sighed, the sound of her contentment echoing empty halls. An afternoon breeze, scented with the tangy ocean and sweet Jasmine, lazily stirred the curtains. Her husband wouldn't be home until late—typical. Her cabana boy, Ronaldo, with his skimpy uniform and ever-present desire to “please” was mysteriously absent as well.
It wasn't like him to take a day off. *Oh, well,* she thought. *Today, I am on my own.*
Bored, with a growing emptiness gnawing at her core, she glanced around the opulent room. Idly tracing the rim of her teacup, watching the late afternoon sun dancing on the waves below, she remembered her husband's prescription of libido pills.
What could possibly go wrong?
Strolling to the bathroom she opened the cabinet, and there it was—a bottle filled with those little miracles. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she helped herself to one, then two, then three. It's just a bit of harmless fun, she reasoned.
The effect was immediate and intense.
An unstoppable surge of desire rippled through her, jolting her like an electric shock. She suppressed a gasp while leaning against the cool marble counter. The anticipation brought an intoxicating thrill.
She glanced at her reflection, the spark in her eyes intensifying, and the rosy blush spreading across her cheeks. Her pupils dilated with a hunger that left her breathless. Mrs. K found herself swaying on her feet, leaning against the vanity. She couldn't control this wild, ravenous craving that possessed her.
Mrs. K slowly exited the bathroom, her thoughts swirling with dirty fantasies and possibilities. The cool ocean breeze gently brushed against her skin, sending shivers that sparked another pleasurable shiver somewhere much lower.
Her body came alive with a flood of heat. Mrs. K decided to explore the villa, searching for a possible source of satisfaction. Her usual vibrant, elegant self was replaced by a raw, primal being in search of her next conquest.
With wide eyes filled with need, she scanned the luxurious living area, her gaze settling on the thick, goose-down pillows scattered on the plush couch. Oh, that would do. With each step she grew more excited. With a grin, she pounced onto the large pillow.
Plush and warm, the allure of the pillow was her first target. Gently nudging it beneath her, Mrs. K reveled in the feeling of desire enveloping her flesh.
Grabbing the pillow tightly, she gyrated her hips, letting the pleasurable sensation wash over her. She gasped. A small, uncontrollable sound of pleasure escaped her lips as she imagined herself riding waves of desire. Her moan filled the air, husky-voiced and longing.
The sensual sound reverberated through her lavish villa, muffled only by the roar of the waves crashing on the shore below. Her breath caught, and an urgent need unraveled deep within her—one that demanded her undivided attention.
Biting her lip, she continued in rhythmic motions, the plush pillow cushioning her with comfort and a tantalizing promise. Her hands gripped the pillow tightly, knuckles white with the strain.
She was vaguely aware that she had become the cliché housewife seeking satisfaction in mundane objects. Yet she couldn't bring herself to stop. The only thing she cared about at that very moment was finding relief from this demanding, unyielding ache.
The silky fabric slid over her smooth skin, sending another wave of euphoria crashing through her body. She tossed her head back, long brown hair spilling against her bare shoulders. Each movement drove her deeper into the swirling ocean of pleasure.
However, as every wave eventually loses its energy and crashes onto the shore, she knew that she needed more. The luxurious fabrics and soft cushions were merely the start. Desire whispered in her ear.
*It's not enough.*
As if in a trance, Mrs. K's hands continued to knead the pillow beneath her. Her movements grew more urgent as every nerve ending tingled, the pleasure threatening to spiral out of control.
There had to be something more stimulating.
Her eyes roamed the spacious villa and, through the door to the guest bedroom, fell upon the corner of the mattress. Its stiff surface beckoned with the promise of satisfying textures. Yes, she determined. Her body shuddered in anticipation.
Sliding off the couch, she crossed the room, her legs slightly unsteady. The libido pills were much stronger than she'd anticipated.
Her wanton behavior was a force beyond her control—an intoxicating wildfire that spread through her veins and refused to be tamed.
She slipped inside the guest bedroom, dark eyes locked onto the inviting corner of the mattress. It was a firm, rectangular shape, and she could almost feel the crisp cotton sheets against her eager skin. She quickly removed her capris, but left her panties on for now.
She pushed against the corner of the mattress and started to grind.
Each thrust was met with a sharp, satisfying intake of breath. Her thighs quivered with a desperate intensity.
It was a rough texture compared to the plush pillow, and the change sparked a new onslaught of sensations coursing through her. She hissed in pleasure, letting her body sway to the new rhythm she had started.
Her grip tightened on the nearby wooden post of the four-poster bed as if seeking support to continue the dance of pleasure.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, punctuated by moans of pure carnal delight, as Mrs. K continued her quest for release, each thrust harder than the last.
The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall. The luxurious furniture and masterful craftsmanship that once stood as testaments to opulence and class now served another purpose—a prop in her pursuit of unquenchable desire.
Her hips bucked forward, each motion more deliberate, more urgent, until suddenly a guttural cry escaped her lips. “Ohhhnnng!!” This was the wave of pleasure she had been chasing. It cascaded through her in a torrent, leaving her trembling. Mrs. K bit her lower lip, savoring the exquisite release.
Her breathing slowly returned to normal, her heartbeat gradually slowed, and her grip on the bedpost relaxed. Panting, she remained silent for a moment, listening to the soothing sound of the ocean waves outside.
She had found some relief, but her appetite had not been sated. Every inch of her body hummed with a sensitivity that craved further indulgence.
An idea hit her and she headed back to the master bathroom and filled the jetted tub.
While the water warmed to a perfect temperature, she fetched her favorite bath bomb and scattered rose petals haphazardly inside.
The vibrant colors swirled through the tub as she sank in, letting out a sigh of contentment. The scents of fresh jasmine and soft gardenias filled the air, enveloped her senses as the jets massaged her weary body.
With a horny grin, she positioned herself in front of one of the jets with her knees spread apart so her clit was directly in its path.
The pressure felt soothing and arousing all at once. Mrs. K's eyelids grew heavy, and she surrendered to the tantalizing sensations running through her.
She moaned as the water pressure worked its magic on her sex-starved body.
Lost in the euphoric sensation of hands-free pleasure, the image of Ronaldo, her sexy cabana boy, filled her mind. She pictured his sun-kissed skin and broad shoulders… and the bulge in his skimpy thong.
“Unh! Unh! Unh!” The water jet quickly pushed her over the edge again, sending an intense wave of pleasure rippling through her. She bucked her hips frantically, as though she were riding a wave of ecstasy instead of an inanimate jetted tub. The orgasm rushed through her, leaving her breathless and quivering, her fingers gripping the side of the tub.
Her body grew sensitive to every ripple and movement in the water. Mrs. K rested for a few moments, savoring the afterglow.
But it wasn't long before her restlessness and desires returned. No matter how much pleasure she took from these activities, she needed more.
Realizing she was in trouble, Mrs. K decided it was time to call a doctor. She hadn't thought this through when she took those pills, and now the raging beast within her was growing even stronger, demanding to be acknowledged.
She carefully slipped out of the tub and wrapped herself in a soft, luxurious robe. Picking up her phone, she dialed the number.
The doctor's assistant connected her right away as if she could sense the urgency in her voice.
The young, charismatic voice of a man answered, "Dr. Johnson here. How can I help this afternoon, Mrs. K? Are you feeling all right?"
“Dr. Johnson, this is Mrs. K. I'm having a little—shall we say—issue. I took some libido pills my husband keeps in our bathroom cabinet," she confessed, biting her lower lip out of worry. "And I've been feeling a bit...overwhelmed. I can't seem to satiate myself no matter what I do. It's quite concerning.”
She hesitated, fidgeting with the phone cord. “In fact, it's been an extraordinarily wild ride so far. I've just experienced a level of pleasure that I couldn't have imagined. And now, it seems I have lost my capacity to feel satisfied.”
Her voice was breathless, as if she had just returned from a brisk run. In fact, she was still breathing heavily from the exertion that led to her call for help. The ocean breeze wafted through the room as she paced back and forth, visibly anxious.
Dr. Johnson's voice, filled with playful amusement, pierced the stillness in her heart. “I think I can certainly help you calm that unruly wave. But I'm afraid there's nothing I can do over the phone that won't break some regulations. How quickly can you get here?”
Mrs. K glanced at the time on the phone. “30 minutes,” she responded. “I’m on my way.”
As she hung up, Mrs. K took a deep breath. The wave of pleasure from her recent release had already faded, leaving her yearning for more and far too aware of the hungry need still burning inside her.
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After an agonizing 10 minutes desperately trying to avoid doing anything embarrassing in the waiting room, Mrs. K was called into Dr. Johnson’s office.
She entered, her eyes adjusting to the dimmer lighting, and took a seat on the plush sofa. The inviting atmosphere felt calming as she glanced around his office, but it did nothing to quell the desire thrumming through her.
Dr. Johnson joined her shortly afterward; his tall figure and confident stride radiated authority, while his curious gaze bore into her. The sexual tension thickened as they exchanged greetings.
He smiled reassuringly. “So you’ve gotten in a bit of trouble with your husband's libido pills? Don't feel shy about discussing what's going on.”
Dr. Johnson’s voice was composed, but there was a glint in his eyes that indicated he wasn't immune to the chemistry between them.
"You see,” she started, “I took three pills before I could stop myself, and I've just been climbing up an insatiable mountain of pleasure ever since. I thought I had tamed it with a few—ahem—items around the villa, but, well...” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing pink.
She glanced at him, her eyes large and expressive, and swallowed—a small act packed with emotion. “My husband has been away on business, and my cabana boy is nowhere to be found.”
Dr. Johnson tilted his head, studying her with increasing fascination. “Mrs. K, it seems we have some work ahead of us. I’ll do my best to alleviate your discomfort.”
Dr. Johnson’s gaze shifted from her eyes to stare unabashedly at her body.
The hunger in his eyes stirred volcanic excitement inside her. She found herself squirming in her seat, the sensation between her legs intensifying.
Dr. Johnson leaned across the space separating them. "Alright, Mrs. K, I’m going to need you to undress down to your undergarments for me. I need to do an exam to help determine the extent of your arousal.”
Mrs. K hesitated, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat. “But... here?” she whispered, glancing around the office, then back at the doctor.
He gave her a sympathetic smile. “It’s fine. I can assure you that I maintain the utmost confidentiality with my patients. Besides, it’s quite common in cases like these.”
Nervous energy buzzed through Mrs. K as she nodded and rose to her feet.
Dr. Johnson offered her a steady, firm hand as she stepped out of her clothing, feeling the eyes of the young doctor explore the curves of her body.
She glanced down at herself, nervously adjusting her bra and matching underwear, feeling oddly exposed yet strangely electrified in his presence.
He guided her to lie on the couch and stood before her, explaining his intentions. "Now, Mrs. K, I want you to focus on my hand as I place it on your inner thighs.
I will slowly slide it upwards, applying a gentle amount of pressure. I need you to pay close attention to the feelings and sensations you're experiencing, and communicate openly with me." Dr. Johnson's voice was a silken whisper, sliding over her like a velvet glove.
Mrs. K bit down on her lower lip, letting out a soft whimper.
As the doctor’s hand continued up her thighs, she involuntarily started thrusting, grinding herself against him.
The need was overpowering. The throbbing in her crotch, paired with the hunger in his eyes sent a rush of blood to her cheekbones.
“Doctor,” she sighed, an unspoken plea hanging between them.
Dr. Johnson watched hungrily, drinking in the sight of her gyrating hips. Her breasts bounced as they moved against each other, making his heart race.
His eyes never left hers, and he knew she was becoming more desperate for release by the second. The intoxicating rush of power surged through him.
He found himself in awe, and yet unbearably hard. The friction of their bodies seared into his mind and ignited his very being. There was no denying this pull; he was a magnet drawn to its equally charged force.
"Dr. Johnson," she whispered, her eyes locked on his. Her hips moved with an almost desperate yearning, pleading with him for more. "Please..."
He didn't reply in words, but with action.
Dr. Johnson bent slightly, pushing his thigh between her legs. The rough material of his trousers pressed against her fabric-covered folds, stirring her with a delicious wave of pleasure.
Her body responded instinctively, allowing the rhythmic motion of grinds and thrusts to intensify. Panting heavily, she stared at him as she rocked and moaned, rolling her hips into the firm pressure of his thigh. His eyes had become green pools of desire, the blue tones now almost completely faded.
Mrs. K gasped as waves of pleasure washed over her, a fierce desire to surrender to this overwhelming sensation growing stronger by the minute. Dr. Johnson's thigh ground against her swollen clit, propelling her ever closer to the peak as she slid up and down.
"Oh, Dr. Johnson!" Her voice cracked with urgency as she continued to grind on his thigh frantically. Her hips bucked wantonly, and a deep, guttural groan tore from her throat.
"That's right, Mrs. K, let go," Dr. Johnson growled. His hands moved to grip her waist as he held her steady, allowing her to unleash her pent-up desires against his thigh.
“OHHHNNNG!!” A gut-wrenching cry tore from her as she reached her second orgasm. Her juices soaked through her panties and onto Dr. Johnson's trousers.
Her body trembled and writhed convulsively against the intense friction of their bodies.
Her pleasure-addled mind lingered on this new sensation. Her pussy throbbed, soaking his pants with a need that ached to be fulfilled. The carnal sight of Dr. Johnson's hardness straining against his pants only added to her still growing desire.
“How was that Mrs. K?” the doctor asked as her grinding slowed. “Any reduction in your libido?”
“None,” she replied, her voice weak from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. “In fact, the desire only seems to build with every passing moment.”
The insatiable hunger coursed through her veins. She could still feel the hum of her yearning below, gnawing at her.
Dr. Johnson's gaze on her body left her skin tingling with anticipation. She craved the raw satisfaction that only a thick, pulsating cock could offer. Her patience had grown thin and her sexual appetite demanded more.
"Dr. Johnson," she panted heavily, her fingers tugging lightly at the knot of his tie, "I've found no relief from these pills." She released an exaggerated sigh.
Dr. Johnson's curious gaze met hers, and he realized the severity of the situation. Her state wouldn’t subside with just a few hand movements or grinding against his thigh; she needed thorough, penetrative release.
The ache was insatiable. Her raw need was more than evident in her glassy eyes.
Dr. Johnson didn’t need a degree in medicine to observe that Mrs. K was horny as hell. It was a hot, volatile storm that couldn't be tamed with the words he spoke or by the pills her husband filled the medicine cabinet with.
“Alright, Mrs. K,” he exhaled, watching her fingers fiddle with his tie, “it seems more stimulation is required to address your arousal.” Her face was flush with need, her eyes dilated, a beautiful mess of desire wreaking havoc between her legs.
As Dr. Johnson spoke, his hands continued their gentle ascent on her body. He let them roam over her shoulders, finally resting on the clasp of her bra.
Deliberate and measured, Dr. Johnson's fingers carefully unhooked her bra, letting it fall apart. Without missing a beat, he trailed his fingers down her shoulders and arms, pulling the straps gently before it dropped to the floor.
Dr. Johnson swallowed back an appreciative sigh as he admired her bare chest. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, and he couldn't deny her natural beauty.
He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to the floor, his bulge on display through his briefs.
Lying down on a leather chaise lounge in the corner, he gestured for Mrs. K to join him.
He was now fully exposed, his erect cock straining against his briefs, ready for its unveiling.
The intense yearning he saw mirrored in her eyes, the feverish hunger reflected on her skin beckoned him to dive into her and unleash her repressed desire.
She licked her lips and moved her body over his, as if pulled by unbreakable strings of ardor.
Mrs. K's curves were like magnets, beckoning him as he watched the rise and fall of her chest.
Dr. Johnson's hands reached instinctively for her full hips and squeezed gently, pulling her even closer and basking in the heat of her pussy. His fingers trailed along her skin, tracing lines down towards the waistband of her panties.
Dr. Johnson's fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties and glided gently over her soft, slick folds. He felt her shiver in response, and she released an unsteady breath.
With one swift motion, he peeled away the barrier between them to fully expose her to his scorching, lustful gaze. She wasn't wet—she was drenched, practically soaked in anticipation.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and gently positioned her above him.
"Dr. Johnson," Mrs. K murmured seductively, her voice dripping with an unspoken invitation. She rocked her hips against his bulge, eliciting a rush of pleasure and desire.
Her labia clung to his underwear, slick with the arousal intensifying with every passing moment.
Sensing her eagerness, Dr. Johnson moved his thumb to graze her clit. Her sharp intake of breath confirmed his suspicions, her body responding to the slightest touch.
He circled the swollen nub, while his other fingers teased her entrance. "How is that, Mrs.
K?" he whispered, watching her reaction. She didn't answer, her chest heaving as her core ground shamelessly against him. Her moans harmonized with the growing sounds of pleasure, quickening the rhythm of their lust.
Writhing in uncontrollable ecstasy, she ground herself onto his hand, desperate for more.
She rose higher on her knees, positioning herself to slide his briefs down.
He obliged by lifting his hips, and she eased the fabric down, freeing his shaft. Mrs. K’s heart pounded at the sight of it, standing tall and thick with desire.
Her mouth watered at the mere thought of tasting him, feeling him surge in her mouth and glide along her tongue. Instead, she positioned it between her legs and lowered herself slowly, allowing his clock to fill her. They both gasped at the feeling, her warmth surrounding and enveloping him like a vice.
Her whole body quivered as she leaned back, impaling herself further and whimpering with an erotic delight.
He gripped her hips and encouraged her to grind her pelvis in slow circles. They stared into each other's eyes as she began to move sensually, each movement stoking the fire between them higher and higher.
Mrs.
K slid up and down, savoring the sensation of him inside her. She could feel every inch of him, raw and real, as he plunged inside.
"Ungh! Yes! This is what I’ve needed all day!" she cried out, her voice cracking with the intensity of feeling.
He grasped her hips tightly and thrust faster, each stroke filling her completely. With each drive into her, she gasped and moaned louder.
Mrs. K tightened her grip on Dr. Johnson's shaft, feeling the girth of him sliding in and out of her. Her whole body hummed as a fresh wave of pleasure cascaded over her.
Finally, she had what she craved—the feeling of fullness, of intense gratification. The ache that had been building all day was starting to dissipate.
But it wasn't over yet.
She continued to ride him, her thighs trembling with exertion. The louder she moaned, the deeper she pushed him in.
His cock throbbed, growing harder and hitting her sweet spots. Mrs. K threw her hands back, gripping the armrests tightly for balance.
"Unh! Unh!" she cried out, savoring every inch of his manhood as it slipped in and out.
Waves of pleasure radiated through her, consuming every cell in her body. She'd never felt such intoxicating lust and liberation in sexual pleasure, and she craved more.
He filled her entirely, thrusting his hips up into her repeatedly.
She let out a raw moan in response as she rode him faster, her breasts jiggling. He gripped them hungrily and squeezed them tight, eliciting more gasps from the insatiable woman above him.
Dr. Johnson was lost in the moment as he felt the tight, wet warmth of her gripping him more urgently. He thrust up into her with vigor, causing the room to echo with the slap of their bodies and the symphony of their moans.
His thumb pressed insistently onto her clit, rubbing slow circles as their hips met in a frantic tempo.
Mrs. K felt her body vibrating with immeasurable desire, the anticipation growing like a volcano about to erupt.
"Please," she gasped, "I need to cum. I need an orgasm so badly!"
She impaled herself onto him, sinking all the way until his cock hit the deepest part of her being.
All of her muscles contracted, and suddenly, the pleasure reached its crescendo.
"Ohhnn! Unh! UNH!! UNNHH!!!" she moaned, her walls clenching around him. He gave one more hard thrust, pushing as deep as he could, and she shivered as the waves of bliss washed over her.
Her body convulsed in spasms, gripping him tightly. "Ohhnn! Mmmnnh!" she moaned breathlessly as her muscles contracted and released.
Before the first orgasm was even complete, Mrs. K’s body tensed for the next one. Dr. Johnson hadn’t even slowed down yet as he continued to pound into her, plunging his shaft over and over into the incredible heat that surrounded him.
Her breathy gasps grew louder, her core hugging him tighter, signaling yet another climax.
“UHN! UHHNN!! UHHHNNN!!!” she screamed as the second orgasm hit her with intensity, causing a cascade of pleasure along every nerve in her body.
Once again, Mrs. K’s pussy muscles clenched tightly around Dr. Johnson's cock, writhing and bucking lustfully. His powerful strokes continued unabated, eliciting another series of primal cries from her.
Just as she reached the crest of the second wave, she felt the carnal desire to cum once more. Another orgasm was imminent.
She tilted her hips, moaning aloud as she did. The movement allowed Dr. Johnson to reach even deeper into her like a key unlocking the door to complete rapture.
His thrusts grew harder, his stamina reaching its limit as she approached the brink of euphoria.
Her third orgasm exploded through her body like a freight train.
“OHHHNNNG! UNNNHHH! UNNNHHH!” She screamed, loud and unabashed, the primal sound echoing through the room. Her muscles convulsed as she gripped the doctor’s thickness, her body shuddering and writhing as orgasmic waves rocked through her.
Her legs quivered as her juices soaked around his cock, a testament to the intense pleasure.
She trembled violently atop Dr. Johnson, rocking her hips forward until she finally fell still. Her breathing slowed, and her chest heaved as she looked down at him with an expression of pure satisfaction.
Mrs. K's mind was a pleasant mess after her powerful back-to-back climaxes. She slumped, her head resting upon the doctor's shoulders as her chest heaved against his own.
Still buried inside of her, Dr. Johnson ran his hands down her back, soothing her trembling body.
She nuzzled into his neck, her hips still lazily rocking, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt him twitch inside her.
"All better, Mrs. K?" he asked. His voice was gentle and reassuring, an anchor for her as sensation slowly flooded back into her limbs.
She drew a deep, contented breath before responding, “Yes, I believe I am. Much better." She sighed contentedly. "You have no idea how badly I needed that. Thank you for helping me, Dr. Johnson."
He chuckled lightly, feeling her quiver around him as she lifted her head off of his shoulder. "The pleasure was mine, Mrs. K." They locked eyes for an instant, a spark of mutual attraction passing between the two of them.
As she slid off of him, she looked down at his still throbbing shaft. “My, my, doctor, it appears there is one more condition that needs to be tended to before I leave.”
Their activities had engorged his cock to its absolute limit, the head deep purple and tightly swollen.
“I think you should do something about that.” She rolled over onto all fours and bent down at the waste, resting on her forearms and exposing the glistening folds of her still wet pussy between her thighs.
She looked back at him over her shoulder with a seductive smile, and his anticipation surged once more.
As Dr. Johnson approached, his shaft stood tall and red from the exertion to which it had been subjected. Nonetheless, seeing the woman of his dreams ready and willing, he was in no state to decline.
Grabbing the base of his shaft, he positioned himself directly behind her and rubbed his engorged cockhead up and down the length of her soaked slit, coating himself in her sweet juices.
“Oh, you are a naughty girl, Mrs. K,” he growled. She giggled in response, bracing herself for the assault of pleasure.
The warmth and slickness of her wetness enticed him, and his hunger and desire only intensified.
He gripped her waist with one hand and guided himself into her pussy, sliding effortlessly into her saturated channel. Her warm, wet walls enveloped him tightly as he slid his cock into her.
He grasped onto her hips with both hands and thrust in again, each motion faster and harder than the last. His balls slapped against her with every pump.
Their moans mingled together, bouncing off the walls and filling the space between them.
Dr. Johnson reveled in Mrs. K’s tight grip around his shaft as he continued to thrust harder and deeper into her. Her wetness dripped down his cock, coating his balls and creating a slick noise with every movement he made.
"Harder, Dr. Johnson," she encouraged, looking back at him with her lust-filled eyes, thick brown hair cascading over her shoulders.
Mrs. K’s pussy walls clenched around him, and he could feel his orgasm building. She moaned huskily, egging him on with her words.
"Give it to me harder, naughty boy, faster!" The raw intensity in her voice only amplified his desire.
As she felt his cock twitch inside of her, she knew his climax was near. She reached between her legs and felt his balls, gently squeezing them.
“Unh! UNH! UNNHH!!” Dr. Johnson's cock pulsed, and with moan after moan, he emptied himself into Mrs. K.
He thrust helplessly, his orgasm overtaking him. Moment after moment of shuddering pleasure rolled through him like a tidal wave.
He was pounding her in earnest, every thrust causing her wetness to splash against his thighs.
With one hand planted firmly on the armrest, the other gripped the edge of the chaise lounge for dear life as Dr. Johnson's hips rammed into Mrs. K from behind.