Clean it up with his tongue, of course

Your body is tense, like a coiled snake, ready to strike.

"Clean it," you bark, "with your tongue."

Tristan hesitates and you see his softening prick twitch as he considers his next move. You shift your weight towards him.

"Now."

Tears start to well in his eyes as he drops to his knees and starts to lick the cum off of Vanessa's ass before quickly moving to the small puddle on the deck. You see his dick begin to harden again even as he screws his face up in disgust.

While he works at cleaning up his mess, you grab Vanessa and lay her on one of the pool loungers. You climb above her, your older body hovering over her tight, teen form, your enormous cock bouncing in front of her incredibly wet pussy.

"Are you ready?" you ask, looking into her eyes. But before she can answer, you have entered her, the tightest, wettest pussy you've ever experienced. Her eyes go wide and roll into the back of her head as she groans with pain and pleasure, her first time already more incredible than she could have imagined.