This time Nick's rump-impaling tempo was firm and steady rather than recklessly wild, his shorter strokes allowing for at least three quarters of his massive length to be always engulfed in the silky soft embrace of Tessa's shaft-caressing anal walls, so that he could better let his thick cockmeat soak in the creamy slickness of Tessa's cum-plastered chute. Because of his slower butt-stuffing pace, Tessa was not as utterly undone with assgasmic rapture as she had been earlier while Nick really drilled his horsecock up her ass like a rutting caveman. Her butt-centric pleasure was now flowing more tolerably, in sweet shiver-inducing wavelets that propagated a delicious warmth from her...