Then she fucked him. No other word for it. Her legs held him, her thighs squeezed him, her hands gripped his chest and rode him hard. She rode Mark to...drive out loneliness, and want for her man and maybe hate for Caesar. And when he came she continued to ride until she felt she'd received whatever she needed."You may stay. Mend the tools, mend the fences, fuck me, leave the slave alone. Then you may eat. Now get that cock up again and take me." They switched positions, Mark touched and felt. She turns her head gently and rolls her wet tongue over my left nipple as she continues to stroke my cock. Looks like she’s learning from this experience and the sensation pushes me over the edge. She wastes no time and wraps her mouth around my cock and it feels like I have died and gone to heaven as she engulfs as much of my penis as she can with that inexperienced mouth of hers. She strokes the base of my shaft while swallowing the head, occasionally letting go to lick the tip and the. I was intrigued. Michelle was a gorgeous woman and her most prominent features (other than her face) were her long, beautiful legs and her perfect ass. Her tits were very shapely but they were a B-cup at best. The whole "grass is greener" side of me often wished she had big tits like the girl I dated before her. (Of course, when I'd dated that girl, I always wished she had more of an ass. Never satisfied..)"Well that sounds perfect. Do you think she'd go for it?"Michelle nodded thoughtfully.. She started rocking her hips as she undid her own bra. She was obviously eager. I flipped her down on the bed so I was on top of her, she smiled wide. She liked that. I ripped her panties down to reveal a clean, shaven pussy. She came prepared. ‘Go inside my purse, there’s a condom in there.’ I reached over and dug inside until I saw an entire pack of condoms. Damn, she was more than prepared. I grabbed one and ripped it open with my teeth. As much as I wanted her to be someone else, I was.