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The male pulled the female closer to his chest and began smacking her upturned bottom. At first, she yelped with each strike, but then the yelps became lower pitched and slowly morphed into loud, long moans. After perhaps a dozen– or maybe two dozen– loud smacks, the female suddenly twisted over onto her back and slid to the blanket. With her knees up and opened wide she groaned, “Now... take me now!” The male quickly lowered himself between the female’s legs and pushed into her dripping cunt. He had felt no real pleasure in spanking her, though the reddening of her ass had given him an almost animalistic rush of lust. He tried to make everything last, but after only a minute or two there was a sudden tightening of his balls and he suddenly erupted into the female’s cunt. Marcella had– obviously– never felt a male orgasm before. For her, an orgasm was always a gathering storm that eventually peaked and then slowly subsided. What she had just experienced was a rapidly rising storm and... one giant strike of lightning. Then, just like a flash of lightning, it was all gone. The thunder hadn’t redhead even rumbled into silence before the male was feeling the need to move... to change position... to prepare for flight or defense against possible attack. Richard had also never felt a female orgasm. Nor had he understood her desire– need– for an occasional spanking... and talk of perhaps more than that. He lay on the blanket not wanting to move... wanting to stay in the glow of the moment... wanting the male anime to hold her tightly in his arms. After a few minutes, Plato spoke. He was standing over the couple still on the tidal island. “I think this would be easier,” he began, “if everyone were back where they are most comfortable.” There was a short period of spinning and Marcella was once again looking up asses at Richard... and Plato. I looked at the clock on my computer and it said 8:45... shit I had been surfing for almost 3 hours... still no takers. And all guys happily squirt it out, whenever they feel like it. “I didn’t want to redhead go into the barn and get raped by a minotaur!” Elise hollered from the kitchen. Thorin sighed and held her more tightly to him knowing that come tomorrow they would be back in the safety of Erebor. Cue the Popeye theme, I was back to full rigidity and my strength had been restored. Aurora Pritchard Please stop worrying ok?” My sister wasn't having nearly as much fun asses at our anime dad's office that I was having. FUCK HER!” I guess?” We showered together, playing as we washed each other. There was only one problem, his asshole of a dad.