His flesh slapping Angelique's ass rough and hard, Tehr gripped her hips and gave her his  passion as hard as he could.  He could feel her bliss rising as he built speed and power.  Pulling her hips back towards him with every forwards thrust, over and over he drove himself into her.  He felt her body tighten, tense, hold, and then in an explosion, cum.  Her body shook as she cried out, her pussy washing his invading cock in it's wonderfully fluid.  He slowed his thrusting not one iota, eager for his own release.  His heavy testicles slapped against her sopping gash, slapping her clit as she shook.  She cried out and came again, a second orgasm following the heels of the first in the wake of his relentless fucking.<br/><br/>He felt his balls drawing up into his body, his own orgasm approaching.  Angelique was crying out loudly now, her moans and cries of passion showing that despite coming down from her second orgasm, she was still on the razor's edge.  Tehr turned to look at Christina.  He locked eyes with her... a silent, unspoken word between them.  'This is for you,' his eyes said as he pulled Angelique back towards him one last time.  Burying himself to her in the root, he groaned and released.  His eyes never wavered from Christina as he flooded Angelique's pussy with hot cum.  His cock twitched and jumped, and as he filled her, she cried out, a third, smaller orgasm, wracking her body.  So close on the heels of the other two were they, that she lost control of her shaking body.  Her hands gave out on the tile and she allowed her face and shoulders to slide down to the cool tile floor.  Gasping and panting as if she'd just run the length of Londinium, she gasped, her body quaking, she finally slid away from Tehr.<br/><br/>Tehr's thick cock, covered in their combined juices and still hard as it twitched in the air, cool compared to Angelique's sodden sex.  Several fat drops of pearlescent cum beaded at the tip of his cock and fell with a wet splat to the tile below as he turned and sat on his heels.  His own breathing was racing, and he shook as the powerful orgasm finished it's work on his body.  But his eyes never left Christina's, it was a soft challenge, a quiet stare as he let the orgasm rock his body.  It was a stare that said, 'so what do you think of my skill now?'<br/><br/>He would wait a while, wait till his cock had softened somewhat.  Then only if Christina had not engaged him otherwise he would move to stand next to the tub, his cock hanging semi flaccid in front of her, and ask, "So, do you still want me to join you in the tub then dear sister?"<br/>