Then, when she knew I couldn't hold back much more, she rose above me and straddled me. She rubbed my cock on her pussy for a while, and I was pleased... to note how wet and slippery she was, as she basted my cock in her juice. The moment had come, we were finally going to fuck. She stayed upright as she guided my missle into her hot wet pussy. It felt so good! She took me all the way in, I could feel her ass setting on my nuts. Then she started to ride, rythmically rolling her ass on me, her hot. Apparently, they were quite sensitive too. I marked that observation down in my mental notepad... who knows when that information might come in handy again. But for now, I licked and nibbled and chewed on the tidbit as Missy writhed under me, mewling her delight at what I was doing to her.I feasted on her firm, fleshy globes; first one then the other and back and forth every so often so one tit wouldn't feel deprived of my attention. Missy held my head in her hands, keeping me firmly attached. I wanted to feel the sting on my hand and see the red glow spread across her cheeks and know that I was doing it. The dom started to spank the sub harder and faster. She had a rhythm going and I could see the color change from pink to red. The sub started to kick her legs out and wiggle that red ass. I could get glimpses of her ass hole and her pussy lips. This was glorious to watch. The sub was sobbing and begging the dom to stop. She did, but only long enough to seize a riding crop. With her. Interestingly, both her and Donald’s pasts hold so much in common.But what she most enjoys is seeing Donald’s bedroom here. She is underneath a little envious, as besides a nice double bed, like what she had in her own room growing up, shelves and bookcases are overflowing with books, models, rockets, race cars. Much like his room at the Cape, but even more so, and showing how he evolved as he grew up, but still keeping childhood remembrances.Her room at her home growing up was more or less.