You’ll sit there staring at the monitor, watching her shake on his cock as he fucks her from behind. Her arms flailing. Trying to find a grasp where one doesn’t exist. A pretty puppet for him. Paralyzed on that long cock. You can’t tell where one of her orgasms ends, and the next begins.
You can tell where his begins, with a jerk of her hair she’s on her knees reaching for it with her tongue. You might think that’s the end of it. But he is still rock hard. That’s not Viagra. That’s a bull with a lovely hotwife, a large house, and five more hours to kill. He’ll take her to the kitchen. Then the back yard. Then your bedroom.
Our training has paid off, princess. Your daddy’s good little anal slut now, aren’t you?