I hear you gasp out for me to stop, that you quit. I can hardly believe it. I was able to hold out long enough to beat you.
My assault on your sex turns from a savage mauling to a softer style. Instead of nails raking it becomes fingers stroking. In place of stabbing at your hard clit I begin to rub and flick it. I slowly turn and lower my face to yours. “Now it is time to fuck Anne” I whisper as I kiss you. Our tongues dancing with each other’s. My fingers wrap in your hair holding your face to mine as I begin to grind my wet sore cxnt into yours. Faster. Harder. My entire body suddenly stiffening as I cum, actually squirting my juices straight into your cxnt.
After the wave of bliss passes I get up. Looking down at you I reach out my hand and pull you to your feet. Letting go I dragged up to your bar demand a bottle of your best, the top shelf McCallen Scotch. Taking it I turn and look at you. “I am going to my room now. You coming” I ask as I walk away, the entire bar watching our every move.