Frang had climaxed already this morning and had no great need to push for another orgasm yet. Placing both hands on her bottom, he began following her rhythm, thrusting in counterpoint to hers which caused his sack to slap against her clit as they came together in heavenly collision. Once again, Isobel found her arousal increasing and realized she would be climaxing soon. Frang was so good at this. She thrusted harder and faster against him, feeling herself melt over him.

"My Lord," she said, panting. "Fuck me! You make me spend again," and her cunt clasped his cock in delightful spasms.

Frang stopped thrusting and waited for her contractions...