The muscles in her pussy contracted and released in rapid succession, squeezing his length with a fierce intensity that left him gasping for breath.
As she came, Sandra's eyes flew open, locking onto Ross's face with a look of pure ecstasy.
Her lips were parted, her mouth open in a silent scream as she let the orgasm wash over her.
"Rosssssss!" Her body arched before him, her back bowing off the surface as she strained towards him.
The sound of her own voice shouting his name was still echoing in her ears, mingling with the pounding of her heart and the rush of blood through her veins.
Ross's eyes were fixed on hers, his gaze burning with intensity as he watched her come apart beneath him.
He could feel her pussy milking his cock, trying to extract every last bit of pleasure from their joined bodies.
His own breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with exertion as he struggled to hold back his own climax.
