Trisha

Trisha's eyes widened a bit and then half closed as she sat down, bottoming out. Her ass gripped me as she slowly rose up, just to fall again, impaling herself. Her actions became quicker, almost frantic as she rode me. Our hands held each other, with almost a white knuckle grip. I knew I was close to losing it when her eyes rolled back and she screamed. I yelled as well, while the rush of the orgasm surged through me like an unrelenting force.

Our breathing returned to normal and she slid down beside me. Her tears wet my chest as we held on to each other. She sobbed briefly and I raised her chin so I could see her beautiful eyes.

"I love you Trisha."

She smiled through her joyful tears. "Ditto".