Diana wore a wild smile as sweat trickled down her chest between her breasts. Her beautifully manicured red nails dug into Clark's ass. He buried his face in the pillows, muffling his moans of pleasure. The cacophony of elicit sounds was music to Diana's ears. The wet squelching sound of his hole taking her girthy strap-on, the constant smacking of her thighs against his backside, and his whimpers of submission all served...

Diana Goodman stared at the ceiling, listening to Clark's heavy breathing. He slowly slid off her body. Her clit throbbed, almost mimicking her accelerated heart beat. Her pussy was on fire. Her anger increased as she felt the slow trickle of Clark's seed drip from her sensitive core. Then, the low rumble of Clark snoring filled the bedroom and broke the silence. It also broke something within Diana. Something had to chan...