It Was Great Sex

She hardly floated back to earth from the first orgasm when Romulus plunged into her, buried to the hilt, and began to move.

"Holy God!" Dahlia screamed, unable to hold back the moan any longer. Romulus was tearing her apart - in a good way. She had grown accustomed to his size, her cunt accommodating and welcoming him like an old friend who just returned home.

Romulus grunted when she titillated her hips, aiding his movement and he increased his pace, leaning over to take his lips in hers while he thrust deeper inside of her. 

She moaned or tried to because Romulus swallowed each of her licentious sounds that were like music to his ears. He wished to bury himself inside of her forever if that was possible.