To reduce his mistress to such a primal and embarrassing state was, to say the least, so very enjoyable. She had loosened up enough but continued to milk him, giving him all the pleasure he needed as he took longer and deeper strokes. He pulled out almost half way with each thrust, jamming it all back inside of her with his hips bucking forward strongly. She was his mare, and he was giving her everything that could fit inside of her babbling, incoherent form. It was so wonderful to see it all, to lean forward and grope her body, to cram his whole being into his superior and reduce her to such a form. He couldn’t help it, his own mind going a bit blank as he thrust with all he dared muster. A fair amount time would be spent with her in that pose, the perfect state for the woman…