When she was finished with her sloppy, monstrous, and noisy nut, she climbed off of the wood and fell down beside me in the bed. Then she raised her ass up to the ceiling.

“Hit me from behind, daddy, come on. Come on.” She was begging me for it.

I was ready to ask her what was up with all this daddy shit, but her heat was too strong to stop the action. So I climbed behind her and poked my way back in.

“Give it to me hard, Terrance. Give it to me hard.”

I backed up my hips and pounded into her with rapid and forceful strokes just like she asked me to.

“Unnh, unnh, unnh, unnh…”

I was a lot more conscious of my surroundings while I was in control from the back. I started thinking about the people in the room next door.

Either they’re enjoying the hell out of this freak show, or they’re about to call the front desk on us for disturbing their peace; that is, if they’re even in their room, I told myself.

It was too late to stop or to slow things down. I could feel my second nut approaching. That’s when I started talking shit.

“You want it like that, huh? You want it like that?”

“Mmm hmmmm,” she muttered into the pillow. “Yeaaaah! I want it! I want it!”

“You gon’ get it, too! You gon’ get it good!”

I was spanking that wet ass like it had been suspended from grade school, and talking shit while I did it. I had her mumbling in tongues I was hitting it so hard.

“Yea-yea-yea-yuh-yuh-yuh…”

I gripped up on those curvy brown hips and stroked her as deep as I could get until my legs started to cramp up.

“Ah,” I responded to the cramp in my right thigh. At the same time, my nut was building, so I couldn’t stop.

I grabbed my thigh with both hands and kept stroking. I was supposed to be in great shape, or at least I thought I was, until I fucked with this girl.

“Don’t stop, daddy, don’t stop,” she begged me. I didn’t but I caught a cramp in my left leg right as the nut came.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

I was screaming for three reasons; both of my legs were killing me, and the nut was tremendous.

Rachel was so excited she started shaking and bouncing her ass into my pelvis.

I was done at that point. I took Johnny out of the fire and rolled over on the bed to try and shake the pain out of my legs.

“What’s wrong?” Rachel asked me.

“I got cramps in both my damn legs. They’re killing me!”

She tried to work them out with her hands. It felt good, too. It seemed like her hands and fingers were stronger than mine at applying the needed pressure, or maybe she just had more energy than me at the moment.

Once my legs were relaxed again, I was scared to move them.