Charles feigned deep thought for a moment, then shook his head. "On second thought, you're more than enough to handle normally, let alone when you've got your temper up. Don't think we'd want that more often than necessary." Not that he had any kind of objection to having to tussle a bit with Anne from time to time, to work up a good sweat even before fucking her.

Hell, he'd even let her win now and then, lay back and leave her to ride his main mast over the horizon.

At the moment, he was the one in charge, just as he preferred, and he was burying his cock into Anne's pussy with a vengeance. When soon enough she started to tremble and squeeze around his length, her climax was enough to set off his own. As Anne cried out and shook, Charles swelled inside of her cunt and flooded her with spurt after spurt of his seed.

When they were both finally spent, it was all he could do to keep from collapsing his entire bulk down on her back.