He chuckled low and ripped her panties away from her body, she moaned and thrust forward, he undid the zip on this trousers and his ever hardening cock sprung free, he positioned himself at her entrance and rubbed his head over her dripping slit. She arched into him and grabbed hold of the shelf above her head to support and steady herself. He lowered his head and sucked one of her pert nipples into his mouth through the fabric of her shirt. She cried out and thrust agianst him again, he laughed lightly and thrust into her. She was so hot and tight, and it was fabulouse torture being sheathed inside her.
He filled her like no one ever had, she couldnt get enough of the feeling of him being inside her. She thrust down to let him know she was ready. He started a slow gentle rythm that soon became faster and harder as the burning need consumed them both, Delia was moaning and thrashing about above him, he knew he was close so he ran his finger along her clit a couple of times and then flicked it once, she tightened around him straight away, falling into her climax and takeing him with her, he pound into her one, two, three more times and then roared his own climax, they stay like that for a few minutes and then he slid out of her and slid her down his body to rest her feet on the floor. Delia rested her head on his shoulder and panted hard, she loved him, and loved makeing love with him, and her orgasm had been so intense she needed a minute to get her breath back. Once they had there composure they walked out of the room and back to desk, Doyle sat down and Delia sat on his lap, contented and happy, and Doyle had a cheesy grin plastered across his face, and they just stayed like that, content in each others arms, waiting for whatever evil may come trotting by.
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