<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c4/2e/4a/c42e4a96012522e6906f7e0b22f7c153.jpg)</div><br/><br/>For a few long minutes, her anus has a grip of his cock, she rides through the orgasm.   Finally, he feels her sphincter relax.  The uncontrollable trembling is felt now through the thin membrane within her.   This allows Hellhound to again begin pumping into her ass.   Unlike men with their male genitally.   This starts the friction all over again.   The rubbing of her snatch against the table.   His balls slapping her slit.   Once again, has her rushing toward another climax and orgasm.   Ten minutes more of this it reaches that critical peak again.   For the third time that day, she orgasms.   She climaxes hard again.  His balls once again sprayed with a fine mist of her juices.   Again, his cock is gripped in the vice of her anus.<br/><br/>"Oh master I cannot hold it,  you, you make me senseless."<br/><br/>Her words are true,  she is being shattered at that very moment she is loudly squealing and moaning.    So much so she knocks her own loaf of bread off the table.  Narrowly misses knocking her stew off.<br/><br/>It does not last long,  her anus loosens  and  once again Hellhound is able to pump his cock in and of her ass.    A few minutes more and she is wracked with the fourth climax, the third one with his cock in her ass.  Again  her anus tightens around his cock,  she is not able to call out other than mere gibberish in response.   Not because she has become dumb.   It is because she cannot find the words, so intense is this orgasm.   She is flooding the table with her sweet pussy juices.<br/><br/>