I made her moan, whimper, and scream, and her weak, feminine tones only made me hunger for more. My invading fingers pressed along her ceiling, and I ...eroed-in on her weak spot. It was easy to find; the face she made when I touched it, the convulsions that wracked her when I pressed onto it, and the flexing nature of her abdomen when I rubbed it, were all the evidence I needed. Watching her pleasure flourish from my hand and mouth made my arousal grow, and I grinded my thighs together beneath. It felt good, I had to admit and my anger calmed and I kissed him passionately. He fucked me hard and we cum again and again.The following day he rang me at work. “I’m glad you called” I whispered sexily, my wife is away for the evening and I’d like to make you a meal dressed as your whore before you fuck me in her bed” I said.We fucked and showered and I awake in his big arms, waking him by taking his cock deep in my throat and swallowing his first load of the day before he fucked me in the. "Fuck me! Fuck me like a dirty whore!" I shouted, continuing to squeal with pleasured pain at each smack of his calloused hand. He tells me to get up. I glimpse in the mirror at my ass and enjoy the cherry-red coloration. My hands reach back and stroke my ass, and I feel the delightful heat emanating from my well-chastened cheeks.I take his hand and lead him to my waiting bed. I crawl onto the bed on my hands and knees and place my waiting bare ass in the air and awaiting his pleasure. He. I wanted to give Ella seventeen hundred and fifty one horsepower of hard rough sex, the equivalent of over one and a third million watts, those sixteen pistons in that 567C engine, those fucking ten inch pistons with close to a ten inch stroke, the engine opened up and blasting its deep throat exhaust. That traction generator put out twenty one hundred and seventy seven amps at six hundred volts. Yup, Ella was getting it the way she wanted. The sweat was rolling off us but we kept up to the.