You're going to try

You're exhausted physically and mentally, so exhausted and out of your element and overstimulated that you're honestly not sure if it's pleasure or pain that this vicious vixen is inflicting on you, or how much - or how much more you can take. You're running with sweat and between that and the spunk she's wrung out of you you're amazed you're still conscious. You try to relax and let the orgasm take you, but no luck. You try to focus on her repeated intrusions - it's just more acute in tense an overwhelmingly and almost confusing way - trying to cum right now feels like walking trough a half familiar room in the dark- you know where the door should be, but not where you are...

You are pretty sure you can't cum, right now. You're also sure your ass is in agony and you're exhausted almost enough to pass out and this crazy bit -

"So? Are you going to say sorry to me now?" she says suddenly, hissing it unexpectedly into one of your ears during a monumental pause in her pounding. She sounds almost comically upset, like spoilt and petulant princess, but you aren't quite giddy and fuck silly to *totally* lose your senses - laughing at her accusations might make her angrier, or give her an excuse to - you manage to bite your lip and muffle the sound into a moan.

"*What* was that?"

Oof. She seems to be *really* getting into this right now, she's picking up her pace more than ever. You're pretty sure you couldn't cum anytime soon, even if Madonna , Pamela Anderson and Christina Hendricks attacked your dick in a grudge match, you're that wrung out and drained and sore, but this vicious little vixen isn't ready to stop working you over just yet, apparently... She suddenly cracks you casually around the back of the head, breaking your train of thought and snapping you back to rhythmically pounding, prostate pummelling reality.

"Are you sorry now!?" Alexis snarls with surprising passion.

Your mind is reeling so much that that you're surprised you've taken as much as you have without cracking or snapping, there's still a big part of you that doesn't believe this can really be real - you'd maybe be able to convince yourself this was some wild dream if it wasn't from the relentless pounding of Alexis's strap on running you through, a thousand times more convincing than a pinch on the cheek.

"Are you sorry for saying that shit to me now? Huh?" she pants directly into your ear, with what you think is real aggression - too bad you have no idea what she's talking about.

You try to focus, to remember your notes an research, to think like a reporter, to - honestly - focus on anything to keep your exhausted, over stimulated brain from being outright fucked into oblivion by by this apparently insane, insatiable little milfy mature marmot, to convince yourself that any of this is happening to you at all - you'd never really believed in a town full of nymphos, had you? You told yourself that you were coming here to scope out a story, but you can't lie to yourself - you know you got hard and jacked it over at least a half of the stories you dug up from the back half of the internet... Isn't it every mans fantasy to be the target of lust for a whole harem of horny hot honeys?

"Are you going to apologise to me, then?"

Although, to be honest, if they're all *this* horny, and they knew how intense and insistent and.. specific they were, they might change their mind...