That was the hour that took days. She went through so many mood changes as the time advanced, her face flushing with the power of them. Finally the time ended, and I helped her down, removed the ginger... and realized how hard I had become. I grabbed her and bent her over the end of the bed, and was determined to feel the clutching inspired by the ginger root figg.

Her ass is wide open and twitching. I sink into the wet cunt, then pull out and go deep into her bottom. The hole is squeezing me hard, and I piston slow and deliberately, each stroke going all the way inside until I feel her cuntlips brush my sac. Reaching under, I rub your hard clit, standing out from your lips. I want to push you over the edge, and soon you have. Holding off myself, I sense the continuing waves of orgasm pushing you over and over through the beauties of subspace, squeezing and massaging me with your anal sleeve.

You cry out at the sensation, but I pay no attention, as my time has come as well. I fire off deep within you, feeling you react as the hot seed washes your colon. I collapse on you, and soon we are in the whirlpool, feeling the warmth of the waters reviving us.

Fred brought our meal as we were getting out, and we dined well.