Don't move. Get used to the sensations. In a moment they will change. You will begin to love it." Neither of us moved for an eternity, or even spoke. ...he sounds of the water splattering down onto us seemed to become louder. Then gradually, the pain began to subside, to be replaced with a different sensation. I began rubbing my clit again, and like a wanton slut, I begged Robert to "fuck me in the ass." He did, moving slowly at first, as the waves of pleasure-pain began to build in me, washing. They'd all been on drugs for some time to eliminate their ability to use magic and none of them were even remotely up to scratch yet, let along capable of helping out in a magical fight. The stress of our long running battle while escaping hadn't helped their nerves one little bit either. Miranda made a token effort to encourage the gals to become a little more helpful but soon gave it up as a lost cause. They were too stressed, too cold, too hungry and too frightened to now do anything other. He could feel her getting off when he did and her cunt was gripping his cock, like she wanted him to keep pumping the way he was.He collapsed on top of her and after a while her legs fell off his back, to the bed. They lay there breathing heavily against each other. Thinking that he might be too heavy for her, he made an effort to roll off of her but she stopped him, bringing her arms around his back and holding him."Don't you dare," she whispered. "I love the feeling of you on top of me." But. She feels sticky, sweaty, she feels my cum dripping from her pussy, filling her panties. She can smell it. She can feel it. She goes into the living room, she is about to drop down on the couch when she sees me waiting for her. I'm grinning, part of her wanted to leave, but the slut in her wanted me inside her again. We kissed as my hands are on her… her small breasts, her hips, between her legs, “ Fuck you are still so hot!” I said as my fingers press the material of her panties into the cum.