Though you feel turned on to have been the target of such a ravenous oral **** by such a busty full-lipped beauty, you also feel strangely enraged -- you have Friday to take care of and an impregnation to get on with, damn it! So you grab and skewer Mrs. Rothschild and thrust away with a brutal fury, and you're pleased to hear that she only thought she was achieving ecstasy from sucking you off, that now she's truly hitting some high (and unmuffled) notes.
You're usually fine with the anonymity of doggie-style, but you like her big tits so much that you decided to do it facing her, and you're thankful for the mask to help keep it impersonal while you grab and squeeze her breasts. Then you figure, What the hell, so you go ahead and suck them and slobber all over them, making sure to sound like some angry growling (boob)hound. The attention lavished on her chest, so unfairly and stupidly abandoned by her husband, makes her hornier still, and the simultaneous **** on tits and pussy drives her to new octaves.
Before you kn ow it, you've put in over an hour of just using her, much as she started off by using you, and there is a sense of relief, not just sexual relief but a great muscular chore finally performed, as you at last pulse deeply into her, helping her to crest over into her final squealing climax.
"Can you be the father of my next baby?" she gasps just before you leave.
"You can't keep having babies by being ****. It's statistically insane."
"Wait!" Her eyes are pleading. "We could ... do this again sometime?"
"There are too many ovaries out there waiting to be pumped full of my sperm. Goodbye."
She lets out a rapturous sigh, like she has just met some male archetype like a vampire or an incubus, and you turn your back on her and get away.
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