It would almost seem forced but they both enjoy it. Enjoy it in a way, that humans cannot ever understand.This is happening for another hour or so. Th...y both have great stamina. Many positions are done. Once, Sif is pressed against a tree while Mark takes her from behind, while drinking her blood and scratching her breasts. Even though she growls angrily from the blood being taken, she still grinds her hips against him, to make him go even deeper. So she can feel him as deep as possible. Though. I received no pleasure, only pain, as with every pound of his pelvis on my already raw behind caused a burning sensation like it was on fire. I could no longer hold back the tears allowing them to stream down my face. My husband had always been so loving and kind, now I’d pushed him too far. “Oh is the bitch crying?” He was mocking me again. I heard a chuckle in his voice, he was relishing in my torture. He squeezed my neck in his hands as he began taking shorter faster strokes. I couldn’t. My nose was just on the side of her ponytail,where the band was holding her massive hair.I had the greatest urge to just grab the ponytail and yank it, But hey , she was at my mercy now and I just wanted her to fully and slowly realize it.I slowly moved my mouth to her ear, and said "now that dad's gone, who will take care of you". to this she very sweetly replied that I was the man of the house now and that I had to take control of the situation. This only got me more excited and I asked her. "Nice body you have there," Trish whispered in Miss K's ear as she stroked the busty shemale's shaft. "Do you like being treated like the sex object you are?"Miss K managed to nod her head in response, her head focused to her soft skin caressing her dick as she felt another hand caress her belly."Can I have some of this cum from your cock?"Miss K just took in a breath, feeling every inch of her body twitch in response to the two sets of lips she felt on her dick. She couldn't tell which one was.