It was my turn. The intensity of her passion, although overwhelming and almost frightening, had also been incredibly exciting and I could feel a huge load of spunk desperate for release. Hungrily I drove into her, again, again, again. Freeing my face from her breast, I could see that although she was panting for air and covered in sweat she was still aware of what was going on and she even made her own efforts to respond; she wanted more and she was going to get it. My every thrust sent great fleshy ripples through her tits and as I fucked harder the two vast globes began to swing so that they separated and came together with a sweaty slap; I could even feel on my face the puff of air forced from between them each time they collided. .....