Marcus takes over

As Anne recovered from her second orgasm, Marcus slowly pulled his cock out of her, the sudden absence of his warmth and presence leaving her feeling empty and ****. He gently lay her down on her back, her body sinking into the softness of the couch as he moved to position himself beside her. Anne's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Marcus's as he gazed down at her, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes burning with desire. Marcus's fingers trailed down Anne's body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the softness of her thighs.

Marcus placed his fat cock at the entrance to her stretched fat white pussy, the tip glistening with her cum as he gazed down at Anne's flushed face. Her eyes, still heavy with the aftermath of her second orgasm, locked onto his, and she let out a soft whimper as she felt the familiar pressure of his cockhead pressing against her entrance. Marcus's fingers, still tracing the curve of her waist, paused for a moment as he savored the sensation of being poised on the brink of re-entry. Anne's hips, still sensitive from her previous orgasms, twitched involuntarily, causing Marcus's cock to slip fractionally inside her.

Marcus's cockhead pressed more firmly against Anne's entrance, causing her to gasp at the sensation of her pussy being stretched open once again. He slowly began to push himself inside of her, his eyes never leaving hers as he savored the feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping him. Anne's hips twitched again, her body responding instinctively to the intrusion, her pussy already slick with her own arousal and the remnants of her previous orgasms. Marcus's fingers continued to trace patterns on Anne's skin, as he bottomed out inside of her.

Marcus picked up his pace, his hip moving back and forth with increasing urgency, Anne's huge 44E tits began to bounce with each thrust, the motion sending ripples through her entire body. Her nipples, still sensitive from Marcus's earlier teasing, jiggled and swayed, drawing Marcus's gaze like a magnet. He couldn't help but stare, transfixed by the sight of Anne's breasts moving in time with his thrusts. The sound of their bodies slapping together grew louder, a rhythmic cadence that seemed to match the pounding of Marcus's heart. Anne's moans grew more insistent, her voice rising to a fevered pitch as she felt herself being driven towards another orgasm.

As Marcus's hips continued to move back and forth, Anne's body began to tense, her muscles coiling like a spring as her third orgasm built in intensity. She had never experienced more than two orgasms during sex before, and the sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying. Her eyes locked onto Marcus's, her gaze pleading with him to take her over the edge. Marcus's fingers dug deeper into Anne's hips, his grip tightening as he sensed her impending climax. He could feel her pussy contracting around his cock, the muscles rippling and squeezing him like a vice. His own orgasm was building, but he was determined to make Anne cum "Cum for me, baby girl," Marcus whispered, his voice low and husky. "I want to feel you shatter around me." Anne's eyes locked onto Marcus's, her gaze pleading as she felt herself teetering on the edge.

As Marcus's words echoed in her mind, Anne's body surrendered to the inevitable, her muscles releasing a torrent of tension as she came for the third time. Her pussy convulsed around Marcus's cock, the rhythmic contractions milking him of every last drop of precum. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and Marcus's eyes rolled back in his head as he fought to maintain control. Anne's moans grew louder, her voice hoarse from screaming as she rode the wave of her orgasm. Her body arched off the bed, her 44E tits jiggling wildly as she thrashed about, her nipples scraping against Marcus's chest.

As Anne's body continued to convulse with the aftershocks of her third orgasm, Marcus slowed his pace, his hips barely moving as he allowed her to savor the lingering sensations. His cock remained buried deep within her, the gentle throbbing of his erection a testament to his own unfulfilled desire. Anne's eyes, still glazed with pleasure, slowly focused on Marcus's face, her gaze locking onto his as she realized that he hadn't yet reached his own climax.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of Marcus still being hard and ready inside her.