A Pounding

Dana grunted as her husband, Pablo, slapped her tight round white asscheeks. Her permanently limp cock swayed between her thighs, still captured in a pink chastity cage. Her copper red hair was tied back. She felt his large, fat Latino cock rub up and down the crevice to her ass, teasing the bud.

It'd taken some time to adjust to her fate. A bitch. A slut. A housewife. Whatever Pablo needed. Molding herself to his every need, and losing everything she ever was in the process.

And it was worth it in moments like these, feeling his big brown cock bury itself in her ass, pushing against her prostate. That was her magic button -- delivering joy, delivering peace, delivering a different form of orgasm. Her toes curled, her eyes shut, pure pleasure coursing through her body. She felt her remnant sex organ start to leak like a sieve, dripping clear strands of precum.

"Fucking puta," Pablo growled, draping his old body over his trophy bitch. He clapped her cheeks, rutting against her roughly. After a few minutes, Dana obligingly came, leaking large ropes, bereft of any potency, onto their shared bed. But he never stopped at one, pounding her spot to perfection, belying his age in every respect, forcing a series of noisy orgasms out of his bitch until he gifted her with his own cum.