Chapter 129: The Virgin And The Masters, Part 40, Relaxing

MICHAEL

Instantly, James retires, wiping his face, but now, repositioning himself, plunges his cock, full length inside her. There´s no hesitation, no testing her. She´s as open as it is possible for a woman to be, and he hilts himself, hard, into her. Our position is slightly awkward, but he rests his hands for balance on the settee-back, leaning over the two of us, as he fucks her.

He´s not gentle, ramming home as she squeals and wails under him. And he is close to climax himself. He watches as he penetrates her, studies his cock moving in and out, glistening with her honey, her thighs flushed and wet, and her red curls soaked. His own breathing is rapid, face and chest sweating and his dark eyes, all but black with hugely dilated pupils.

Groaning, he presses home, grinding as he pumps into her. Head dropped to his chest, eyes squeezed shut, he grunts and then, with a gasp, withdraws, waving at me to take over as he seats himself back in his armchair.

"Charlotte, on the bed,