Rosalind twisted her body on the bed while I stood next to it pounding vertically into her and slapped her ass repeatedly. “Fuck me you prick” Ro...alind hissed. The wine really seemed to bring out the bad girl in Rosalind and I really love bad girls. “Prick?” I yelled, “You want prick?” I hammered harder into her. “Yes I want prick Dan, I’ve overflown the ocean to come and get some now give it to me.” Rosalind wanted an angry fuck and she knew how to get one. I fucked her harder than I’ve ever. "You are amazing, don’t get me wrong. But I want this time to last." I smiled at him with full sincerity, and could not agree more."Come here my beautiful bride."I got to my feet again, with a tiny pang of regret as I stared at his glistening cock. He moved a little more onto the bed, and with stocking clad feet I crawled onto the bed with him, straddling his body. I sat down on his belly, feeling the cock against my back, and leaned forward. We kissed again, this time with more fervour and. It seemed to swell even more, giving me some new found friction in her anal canal. I pumped harder. I couldn’t stop, just kept moving faster and pressing her harder forward and back. I was about to explode knowing my massive throbs of orgasm would fill her wonderful little bottom with a full load. With a final thrust I shoved Kelly’s hips into the mattress, pinning her with my rigid cock embedded as far as it would go. She made a feeble attempt to keep the pace going but her hips had nowhere to. That Wednesday night, after Julie had cooked a nice dinner for Greg and given him just enough head to make him rock hard, they quickly took matters into the bedroom. Their clothes came off quickly as they hungrily groped each others’ bodies, devoured each others’ lips with passionate kisses. This was something that Julie was worried would drop from their routine… the impassioned kissing and caressing, the pressing together of their naked bodies. But Greg seemed to want it as much as she did..