The s****l Prerogative of All Mammals
Spike, however, had not been satiated. His cargo had put massive pressure on him to be released and start the deadly race to Jessie’s ovaries. I knew from experience that turning women over onto their stomach after they had an orgasm and entering her v****a from the rear would work for the both of us; she could have time to recover with pleasure, and I could let Spike complete his God-given mission. Looking at her goddess-like body and especially her fabulous ass lying under me, waiting to be f****d from the rear, I acquiesced to Spike’s demands to take control over the entire process. He would no longer be denied. Spike cared little for beauty or intellectual prowess or long-denied lust or family conventions governing restraint. Spike adhered to the
