Marlene was amazed. Over the last two hours, she’d cum at least a half a dozen times, but Jason! What was that? His tenth? How was he conscious, much less hard? He may look average, but he seemed to have the sexuality of a god!
Marlene was finally meeting a man who approached her level of sexuality. On they went for hours, trading and pulling cumms, sometimes shallow, sometimes profound.
The couple were smeared and spattered with cum, from him and from her. She threatened to ‘screw him out’ and chided him to try and 'glut the slut’. He responded more with actions than words.
They feasted on each other’s pleasures and peaks as well as their own. When both neared satiation and glowed with exertion, she urged him to 'finish me!“ It must have been close to fifty cumms for Marlene, but even she has limits.
Her final cum was an all consuming five minute rictus of pure pleasure.
Marlene: "You’ve finished me, Cum, You must be tired, Cum your last and rest!”
Jason: “Nooooo … beg for it!”
Marlene: “You bastard!” She exclaimed and resumed the fuck with a vengeance. She did pull one … two … three more cumms out of Jason, but he was still fucking her like nothing had changed.
