Thrust after thrust, thump after thump inside her was squeezing his maleness tighter making him moan loudly.
"Ahhh… Ashma," he gasped.
The water, the chips, the key fob, the license, all were scattered around the room. The blankets were wet with their juices. Their thighs were dripping wet, but Yong-Sun could not stop.
Ashma kept shouting," harder, faster" and he kept giving it to her. Her hands were dragging over the wall trying to dig them into the wall while Yong-Sun kept thrusting in her repeatedly. After a few minutes, the climax built up.
They were huffing and puffing and groaning and gasping and gulping at the same time. With a violent shake, they climaxed together. Ashma limped her body and wrapped herself around Yong-Sun. He was still carrying her in his arms like a baby.
