James had never taken him quite like that, so rough and powerful and almost animal. He grasped the James, sobbing his name as James continued to pound into him, reigniting the waves of his orgasm. His pussy clenched and ached, drawing him deep, needing more of him. He didn’t care that they probably looked like a tableau out of a bad porno, that anyone who cared to could see him in the throes of passion.

James inside him was everything, filling him in a way not possible as a man. Not that he didn’t enjoy it as a man, of course, but this - fuck it was brilliant. She didn’t have the capacity to yell anything besides “Yes!” And “fuck yes”, throwing her hips against each thrust. When James finally came inside him he let out a cry to match, whimpering as his second orgasm flooded him. He lay on the table exhausted, pussy throbbing and thighs quivering.

“James... fucking... amazing...” he whimpered. “Oh fuck....” He gasped, a hot, wet mess on the table, a living symbol of James sexual prowess in the moment.