Evan had been thoroughly domesticated, ready to follow any command or suggestion made. Taking just as long as needed to make his Mistress happy. Wringing every possible orgasm from her before using up every bit of his energy.

Eric could be better described as a wild animal. Waiting, daring Leslie to tame him. Threatening to tame her if she wasn't careful. Going about it by battering her pussy into submission.

There was no tenderness or gentility to what he did. Eric was a throw 'em down and slam it to 'em sort. Were Evan had used the time between his orgasms to lick Leslie to heaven, letting his oral skills fill the intermissions, Eric's cock never seemed to tire. He was like a machine with the way he pumped that monster sized cock of his in and out of her.

Never seeming to be able to get enough of the brunette. Only taking out enough time to turn or fold Leslie into another position, then coming right back at her. Each time felt as if he had more vigor then before.

Their couplings grew more energetic as they learned about each others likes and soft spots. There wasn't a corner of the room, or a piece of furniture they didn't use in some way as they went at each other. The only reason they didn't do it hanging from the chandelier was because the fixture quickly acted as if it were about to pull loose from the ceiling.

Even when the young stud did blast off a load, it didn't do much to slow him down. His cock didn't go limp. If anything it wilted only slightly from it's full blown erection for a few seconds, but once it felt motion inside Leslie's cunt again, it roared right back to life.

Slamming and battering away at Leslie's insides until the early hours of the morning.