Samson takes charge

Gray licked the last pieces of goulash from the bowl, and eyed Alina over the dish. The blonde was now totally at home, eating her own stew and typing away on her phone. How rude.

He stood up so fast that it startled Alina, and Gray saw a hint of fear creep into here eyes. It fed him.

"Strip. Now," he ordered.

Alina swallowed a last bit of soup, then stood and began removing the few clothes she had left on. Grabbing her wrist, Gray led her to the bedroom where he admired her body.

"Good. Now lay down," he continued.

As passive as a doll, Alina lay back on the bed, her long golden hair cascading over the edge.

Gray moved to make Alina's body fully his. An involuntary gasp escaped Samson's lips as he entered her. It had been a while since he last fucked a woman who was not his beloved Mary or Beth. As always, Alina was not better or worse, just different. Soon her unique curves and edges drove him to orgasm, and his sperm spurted into her. But while Samson was only mortal, Gray was insatiable. In a moment, Samson's body was pounding the quivering body beneath him again.

Samson was not prepared for the forcefulness with which Gray took his delights from the well-built blonde. He remembered her large breasts swinging in his face as she impaled herself on his manhood. He remembered the smacking sound as Gray thrust into her from behind. He remembered her squeals as he took her anal virginity. Eventually it became too much. The hypersensitivity which his pairing with Gray bestowed on him left him **** to sensory overload. PArticularly, he was quickly learning, when he had not experienced it for a while. As Gray used his meat to pound Alina's pussy in the sixth or seventh position, Samson passed out.