Few people knew how to pleasure women like Alex Carter. The only problem was they were often the wrong type of women.
Take the woman he was currently pummelling. Her name was Gillian Weir or was it Karen, he’d forgotten but he didn’t care. He only cared for her tight, soaking cunt that leaked all over his veiny manhood giving it a glossy finish.
“Turn over,” he bluntly grunted.
Alex had been giving it to her in doggystyle for the last ten minutes and he was pretty sure she was close to one of his trademark screaming orgasms that he loved to give his clients.
Carter was a personal trainer and his body showed it. Broad, built and bulging with attractive muscles that perfectly throbbed when he worked them just right. It made most of his female clients weak at the knees, tempting them just as he liked. He was most women’s dreams to put it plainly.
“Ohhhhhh fuck baby… fuck you’re so big!” Wailed Mrs Weir as she obediently rolled onto her sweating back and presented her eager body to his glowing eyes.
To Alex, she wasn’t much to look at. A bit flabby at the stomach, sagging breasts that looked to be a D cup but a wide set of hips that gave her the peachy ass of a girl half her age. Her backside was the best part of her body and she knew it as much as Alex. The way she wore tight leggings and no thong while she bent down, sticking it out, wiggling it around. She was gagging for it. Just the type of lady Alex enjoyed fucking.
Alex slid a hand along her stomach, grabbing at one of her tits and using it as leverage while he sank his fat 10 inch rod into her desperate pussy. She moaned and her grunted. Her back arched while her puffy lips clamped down on his pole.
“Good slut…” he muttered, pushing so his hips pressed to her thick ass cheeks.
He took a hold of her ankles suddenly, drawing back and with a wicked smirk on his face slamming forwards.
“Ahhhhhhh shit! Shit-tt-t!” she shrieked.
He could feel the tension in her body; how her pussy convulsed while it gripped his shaft.