This furious fucking went on for about seven or eight minutes. He was grunting, panting, and cursing. Suddenly he stopped, muttering “I can’t cum ...like this.”“Get on your hands and knees” Mike ordered. I complied.“Spread your ass open” he ordered as he got on his knees behind me. I complied.I felt his left hand on the small of my back. He pushed down, angling my ass up. His right hand guided the tip of his cock to my asshole. He roughly shoved forward and buried his cock balls deep in my ass. Rob smiled as he made his way home, thinking that he would be back in a few hours, dressed for success and with his secret weapon.Sven was cleaning his fishing gear after a morning of fishing. He had caught a few which he decided he’d throw on the grill for dinner. He loved being alone on his boat, just him, on one of the many lakes, and the fish. He looked up when the door to the house opened and Rob walked out. He slid down his sunglasses and walked down the steps.“Morning, you look a bit. Among other things. One of those other things being the firm smack delivered onto her bubbly cheek as soon as she was standing."Good morning sleepyhead." A woman's voice drifted over from Irea's left, along with a little bit of a laugh. Irea craned her head and met the icy blue eyes of a night elven death knight leaning on the railing beside her. Her green hair was cut short around her long ears, and despite the cool gaze she wore a look of playful amusement on her features. She was out of the. He’s moving back to the university and this will probably be my last time with him. I have to move on.”She took me in her arms and kissed me and soothed me. I broke down crying and told her of my abusive relationship. I also confessed that her painting of Jack had affected me.“You poor baby,” she said. “Jack is a very gentle, thoughtful lover and I’m sure you will find him gentle with you. He might be the balm you need to heal your wounds. You just relax and I’ll take care of supper. Maybe you.