Jake takes control in the filthy bedroom

Lisa holds Jake's hands and leads her to Past Lisa's bedroom. She walks nude, barefoot, vulnerable. Jake is fully clothed. She needs this man to unfuck her life. She wants this man to fuck her.

The room is a disaster. The bed is covered in empty takeout containers. Lisa is afraid to look at Jake. "Clean it," he tells her. She scurries to find a garbage bag and fills it with the detritus, sticking out her peach of a bum as she bends over to get every last piece of litter. At last the bed is clear.

"Bend over," Jake tells her.

Lisa bends over the bed, spreading her arms. She can feel crumbs on the bed against her tits. She's not sure what to expect. Jake takes his time moving behind her. He pushes her legs apart with his knees. Her pussy is wet and needy. He doesn't touch her yet. "You've been a bad girl, sugarplum," he tells her. "You need to take your punishment."

"Please," she whimpers. "I need it. I can be good."

Jake takes younger Lisa's hairbrush and brings it down across her future ass with bouncing smack. He whacks her bare cheeks with the brush again and again. She holds tight to the bedspread with her fingers. Each smack feels grounding. The man she's regretted losing for ten years is taking control. Her body feels more rooted with every stroke. Her pussy drips. There is one more resounding smack.

Jake undresses behind her. Lisa stays bent over the bed, naked, wanton, desperate to be conquered. He leans over her, powerful, aged. "I'm going to fuck you from behind, sugarplum," he tells her. "Don't you dare cum without permission."

His cockhead feels so good pushed against the entrance to her pussy. She trembles. She has to be so good, but she wants it so bad. "Please," she begs.