She came as soon as his pubic hair met her hairless cunt and clung to him as he settled into a slow, lazy rhythm, rotating his hips just a touch as he slid into her, scraping against her hot spot. Kara gasped. The sensations were unreal. With each stroke and resulting scrape, she felt as if she'd fly apart, as if she wanted to push him off and beg him, no more. But she didn't. She gritted her teeth and thrust up against him, heightening the pleasure as she took more of his root into her.
Amalie moved behind them, dropping low behind Donovan and licking whatever she could of Kara's cunt and his cock as he sawed in and out of her. She noticed that Donovan had sped up and moved back, rummaging around on the nightstand for Donovan's favorite toy while her man pumped into their new lover. Kara came and came again, each building progressively until she couldn't hold back any longer.
"Donovan!"
As Kara shattered into pieces beneath him, her voice raised in praise, Donovan grunted and ground into her one final time. The sudden introduction of the greased butt plug in his ass sent him tumbling over the edge so hard and fast that he could barely breathe, the ring of nerves singing as ass hole muscles clutched the black plastic, his cock splashing rope after rope of jizz into her body. Breathing heavily, he slumped against her, his lips pressing along her throat as their bodies shared the ecstasy of becoming one.
Tears pricked Kara's eyes and she began to sob quietly but the sound did not escape Donovan. He lifted his head and looked down into her pooling eyes, wiping the tracks away with his fingers. "Did I hurt you, Kara?"
"No. I'm all right." She blubbered, then broke into fresh sobs. "No, I'm not."
"What is it?" Amalie whispered, touching her cheek and leaning in to give her a soft kiss. "Is it us?"