Christine pulled Bob’s cock from her mouth and said, “Oh yeah Bob, fuck my ass.”
Christine turned around and put her knees on the sofa and rested her arms on the back of the sofa. Bob scooped up some of the still flowing juices from Christine’s pussy and rubbed them on her asshole. Christine had left Bob’s cock slimy with her saliva so he was good to go. Slowly he eased his tool into Christine’s ass. He gave her plenty of time to adjust to his thick cock. After a couple of slow strokes Bob let Christine have it. He looked like a locomotive pumping into her. Christine began to whine and whimper with the onslaught. She had an orgasm the minute he started slamming her.
Christine began to get used to the pumping. The sensations she was feeling had leveled off to constant fire of pleasure. Most of the time her gaze was fixed over her shoulder at Bob’s face or the shaft that penetrated her. Her gaze was broken at one point when Jeffrey groaned and said, “Man, what a fine piece of ass.”