"Oh, baby," he groaned, as more precum was pulled from his piss-hole.

Ida glared at him and her pussy missed a pulse on his prick. She wanted no familiarity, no terms of endearment from a man. This was a convenience for Ida, not a love affair.

Red got the picture.

"Break the pain barrier – work it out," he croaked.

Her pussy began to tense rhythmically again, wringing his hot prick-meat. Her momentary displeasure faded and her frown turned to a look of pure passion. His cock felt so lovely in her cunt that Ida even wondered, for a moment, why she was a lesbian.

His pre-cum was drooling out now, in a prelude to the full cum-load. Her clit was exploding on the root of his prick and the depths of her cunt were dissolving on his cock-head. She was getting so hot that he thought his prick might melt in that furry furnace.

"C'mon, Coach – break the tape," she moaned, as her own arousal rose toward the crest.

Red felt his cumming start in his asshole.

His big balls drew up and his jism sped up the core of his cock-shaft and splashed into her cunt in a torrent.

Ida whimpered like a schoolgirl when she felt his cum inside her. Her own climax peaked and her cunt-cum gushed out to mix with his cock-spume. She kept on working her inner pussy-muscles, milking him off to the dregs as she worked herself through her own sweet spasms.

She drained him dry, and he sagged.

He would have stopped humping then – if he had ever been humping to begin with.

Ida continued the meat-massage until she had finished her own volatile creaming. His balls hung down now like punctured balloons and his prick began to soften and diminish inside her pussy.

Yet her cunt was so tight that even as he lost his hard-on and went limp, she still clutched his cock as firmly as ever.

Her prowess impressed him.