Ada moaned in a breathless way, and her hips moved impatiently, and already her body was trembling with need. "Aaaha... Dexter... shouldn't I lie down?" Her voice was heavy with doubt, yet her eyes gleamed with lust; her body was already reacting to what was going to happen.
At that time, I thought--they had not been around so much. Various attitudes, various means to be gratified.
They were not even aware of how deeply their bodies could experience the things, how I could make them scream. And I would have fucked Ada like this, in cowgirl, and pierced her womb with each deep, relentless plunge.
Mother Ada, I said, and my hands were holding on to her hips, and my voice was a deep, commanding rumble. "Let me handle it. I will ensure you enjoy this... with the methods my grandfather used to teach me on how to go about pleasing women.
