He began to go faster, and harder, hearing the slapping of skin, and feeling her tight muscles around his length. He was almost glad she'd been married, it was almost a guaruntee that she wouldn't expect much. He'd always found that formerly, or currently married women, at least in post-apocalyptia were less...prone to expectation.<br/><br/>He grunted in time with his thrusts. He could last a while, before he'd cum again and lack the ability to keep his erection, but he expecting that they'd both be happy enough with just the encore.