Robert grabbed Tina’s hips again and, without warning, shoved his cock inside her ass. Pain flared and bloomed inside Tina’s anus, and she cried out loud. “That hurt!” she exclaimed.
But instead of feeling her pain, Robert appeared to be aroused by Tina’s sudden cry of pain. He grinned and jammed himself harder inside Tina’s anus, his force fueled further by Tina’s groans and cries. After a couple of thrusts, he found out he couldn’t take it anymore. He was about to burst, and burst he did. With a loud cry, he gripped Tina’s hips to hold her in place and thrust himself way deep down inside her. He gave another loud cry as he came and shot his semen inside Tina’s asshole. Tina squirmed, and Robert held her even tighter so as to not let her get away.
Tina collapsed face-down on the table, breathing harshly. Robert was panting too, but his active lifestyle kept him in great shape. His endurance was never an issue, something his wife approved immensely on their own sack sessions. His wife was equipped with an endurance and stamina that could rival his own, but Tina wasn’t his wife. There she was, sprawled on the table looking like she wouldn’t have the strength to ever stand again.
“Get up,” Robert said curtly. “This isn’t done yet. I’m not done yet.”
Tina flipped on her back. Her breasts were moving up and down in perfect timing with her breathing. Her cunt was still swollen and drenched with white fluid, some of which were beginning to dry out already. Looking at her like that got Robert’s arousal going again. He slapped Tina’s cunt.
“Ouch!” Tina exclaimed, her surprise mingled with hurt.
“I said we’re not done yet,” Robert repeated. “On your side now.”
With a whimper, Tina turned and lay on her side. Robert nodded approvingly and went to lie down right behind her. He draped an arm over her so that his hand was fondling a breast. “I’m the boss around here, Tina,” he whispered, his fingers playing an erotic song over Tina’s growing nipple. “I say what I want you to do, and you do what I say.”
Tina nodded. She was too choked up to say anything. She wasn’t afraid of Mr. Smith, not by a long shot, but she didn’t like being told what to do, especially in bed. Tina was used to calling all the shots, but the tables were turned now. She was the slave, and Robert was the master.
Robert saw her nod. “Good.” He removed his hand from her breast and placed it beneath her thigh, placing it right on her cunt. His fingers worked their magic again, three of them inside Tina now. Tina closed her eyes and whimpered in pleasure. Robert didn’t say anything; he simply went on twirling and rotating his fingers inside Tina’s flesh. The more he twirled, the more Tina became wet, and the more Tina became wet, the easier it became to move inside her. The cycle went on.
Robert removed his finger out of Tina’s organ. This time, he held her leg and raised it high, supporting its weight with his hand. Without even a word, he thrust his cock inside Tina’s still-slippery cunt. The entry was made easier by Tina’s bodily fluids, and Robert was once again reminded of how he like the snug fit of Tina on his dick.
They went on like that for quite some time: Tina on her side, grinding her hips to move along with Robert’s thrusts, Robert sliding himself deeper and deeper into the college girl’s cunt with every thrust he made, shutting his eyes and moaning with pleasure in every thrust he made, his steady hand still holding Tina’s leg up in the air.
Tina shuddered, and a split second later, Robert did the same. Their almost-synchronous orgasms exploded in a kind of symphony that both have never felt before. Tina cried out loud and shuddered again as another orgasm rocked through her sweat-drenched body. Robert pulled himself out of Tina and lay on his back, breathing heavily. Beside him, Tina panted harshly too.