Kianna was ready to go.

We drove back to her place, chatting about how it had gone. She felt...decadent and guilty at getting the expensive beauty treatment and my praise of her appearance, but I could override that easily. I wanted her to be beautiful for me and so she would be and wouldn’t feel guilty about it, it was the same as some of her more obvious ravishment fantasies. She clearly wanted to be sexual, but choosing to be so would be a sin, being coerced neatly resolved all of that.

Then I belatedly remembered something, “Weren’t you preaching about the need for beauty and self-care to the other ladies?”

She nodded, and I realized I’d never told her it was true, I’d just told her to do it...dammit, I really needed to be more careful with that shit. A brief conversation and it was fixed, and she felt proud of her appearance, but I didn’t try to fix the whole sexual repression thing. I should have, but first, it was part of her, second, it was hot as hell, and third, my time was limited and frankly, keeping up with everyone else and everything else was keeping me fucking busy.

On the other hand, I was here and she was hot...but I was feeling lazy, so I simply had her ride me, reverse cowgirl, so I could ‘admire her hair’ which I did at the start, just lazily lying back and letting her do all the work, while I simply relaxed and enjoyed her needy, desperate bouncing.

But after a few minutes, and two orgasms, neither of which I had to trigger, which made me feel quite pleased with myself, she started to get desperate and I took that as a sign my relaxation was over, my hands found her hip and her hair as I began to fuck up into her, quick and hard, as her body, built for breeding, built for sex, absorbed it easily, pleasurably and her moans slid up higher pitch as I drove her over the edge again and again, bouncing helplessly.

The Orgasm Control sent a final orgasm shooting through her too and she collapsed on top of me, not quite unconscious, but as I wrapped my arms around her and sank back into the bed, she relaxed against me and slept.

Muscles on My Muscles faded with the sex and I felt myself weakening. I could have pushed Kianna off, even now, but instead, I let her breathing press those huge tits against me and her tight, wet cunt continue to automatically caress my slowly softening cock and felt myself drifting off as well.