Frank shouldn't have been surprised. Lauren was a<i>very </i>sexual woman. Yet he was taken aback when his fingering and breast play, which didn't last all that long, brought the redhead to climax---right there at the small kitchen table.<br/><br/>She collapsed onto him, panting, and in doing so her big tits pressed against his chest. Jesus, they were big. Every bit of 40, if not bigger.<br/><br/>Yet she wanted more!<br/><br/>Of course, that orgasm didn't cost Frank any physical exertion. So there was that.<br/><br/>Feeling emboldened and recharged thanks to his "snack," Frank got off the chair, spilling her off with him, then he hoisted her over his shoulder, carrying her to the bedroom like he was a caveman and she was his prize. Her red hair hung over his back as he carried her, a strong right arm grasping her thighs, her cute bare feet thumping gently against his waist with every step.<br/><br/>He marched her into the bedroom, triumphant. He was man. She was woman.<br/><br/>He spilled her onto the bed, and again she bounced off it slightly.<br/><br/>Frank put his hands on his waist and looked down at her.<br/><br/>"Am I going to have to fuck you again, Lauren?" He said it in a playfully scolding tone.<br/><br/>He grinned and plopped onto the bed next to her. Immediately he worked on her tits with his strong hands, and started kissing her neck. He then nibbled on her earlobe. His member was stiffening as well.<br/><br/>"You said that I might think you were wanton," he whispered into her ear. "You are. But you're in luck, because I'm a beast."