He crooked his fingers hard against her front wall and her whole body jolted, her scream buzzing muffled around his cock, her legs kicking out behind her.
He pulled out of her mouth and dismounted, and flipped her onto her back in the grass like a sack of flour, and her big soft body bounced, tits slapping together, belly wobbling. He hooked her knees over his forearms and folded her in half, his face hovering over hers, his cockhead kissing her drooling entrance.
"Do you want to see magic, my lady?"
Her eyes, dazed and pupil blown, searched his. "Wh... what magic, Master?"
He took her hand from the grass and pressed it flat over her own lower belly, just above where his cockhead sat throbbing against her.
"The magic of making this pussy pop," he said, "without me even touching it."
"What...?"
He slammed in.
PAAAH!!
