Rooster felt Rianti's pussy viciously spasm on his cock.
"Fuck!" he groaned, as his big, beefy cock started cumming up in the girl's hot snatch. Her hips were shaking so violently with the force of her orgasm, he had to hold onto them. Her shudders were so forceful, his pulsating cock threatened to pop out of her tunnel, but with his extra strength, he managed to keep her steady while he shot load after load into her. It was a hot if somewhat harsh event, but he did his best to help her.
"Haaaaaa," Rianti moaned, as she slowly started to regain control of her body. "Oh wow," was all she could breathily say, as they lay on her bed, Rooster having thrown her into doggy position, both of them hot and naked. Really, it had been the first thing they had done this afternoon, barely waiting a second after he had walked into her room. Internally, he was somewhat thankful that he now had a moment to rest and compose himself a bit with the extra time.
Rooster then leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. For her part, Rianti reached behind and ran her slender fingers through his hair, before they went in for a hot Frenching. After a few more moments, he found the willpower to eventually pull out of her. As he stepped back, she lifted up her rear, and he saw rivulets of cum pouring out from her quim and running down her lean and toned thighs.
"Well then," he said with a smile, grabbing one of the extra towels she had layed next to her bed and drying himself off. "Another good Monday?"
"Oh yeah," she said, reaching between her naked thighs and lazily petting her bean. "Another good Monday."
After he finished dressing himself, he went over and passionately kissed her, ignoring the fact that he could still taste some of his own cum from her lips. Really, he probably still had another round in him, but they had agreed that as far as Monday fuck sessions go, they were only there to bang-any deeper conversation could wait outside of the tight time schedule. But he still found time to let her know that he loved her, and that if she ever needed actual help with her work, she was always free to call him.
"I don't want to be late," he told her.
"It's okay, mas Rooster, I understand," she said with a laugh, while grabbing some clean clothes. "You get that cheddar, boy!"
He stepped out of the hallway, adjusting his bag, thinking about that last thing she had said. Hmm, that was far too contemporary a phrase, which didn't dissuade him from still thinking that she and her family had probably lived in America before. He hadn't forgotten that there were still a few mysteries he needed to solve.
Rooster went down the hall towards the first floor but stopped when he noticed Cinta, wearing a nice pink summer dress, waiting beside the stairs. He froze and tried to analyze her expression, to find that her face was blank; he could not tell what her emotion was, and whether she would be happy knowing that he had just finished banging her older sister. The last time he had seen her was when he had given her that 'ride' from downtown.
"How was she?" Cinta eventually asked.
"She was good," he replied carefully. Cinta smiled.
"Good, I'd never forgive her if she didn't treat you well."
"Oh. No, nothing like that. She bangs like a porn star." Rooster said this confidently, but in his thoughts he mentally winced, thinking that might've actually been a bit too extreme of a phrase. But Cinta gave a sincere and sweet laugh, before she merrily skipped up to him and they Frenched. Her lips tasted of strawberry, and her demeanor was cheerful. Rooster was happy that he had had a chance to say hi to her.
"Keep it up, and you might make me become a porn star," Cinta lustily said to him, before they kissed again.
"I have to leave, I can't be late" he said, after the Frenching was over. She nodded and let him go, but before he reached the bottom of the stairs he heard Cinta whisper his name again. He turned to look back up the stairs to see that the girl had pulled down her panties and had hiked up her dress with one hand, and was busily fingering herself with the other, all while looking at him and licking her lips. While his eyes were obviously drawn to her pussy, he did notice that slightly above that, she had written with a sharpie marker 'ALL YOUR'S DADDY,' just slightly beneath her belly button. Beneath the words was a downwards pointing arrow.
"Call me," she said seductively. He nodded and proceeded to keep walking out, knowing that he had fap material for years on end. But he had let both girls know individually that he still had to work, and to his surprise, they respected that fact. Otherwise he would've taken her and banged the little slut right there and then on the stairs.
"Rooster!" came Priscilla's beautiful voice, from deeper within the main parlor of the house, just as he was about to leave through the front door. He had noticed that Priscilla wasn't there to escort him out to his car, which was more common for her to do. Actually, she hadn't even greeted him when he had first arrived today, just letting him know through text that she was busy in the backyard and that he could let himself in and walk up to Rianti's room on his own. That was really what had given him the extra time to give her daughter the proper banging she deserved.
"Yes!" he called back to her, feeling both excited but also very nervous. The last time they had met, they had shared a deep, intimate kiss. But they hadn't talked since then and he really had no idea what to expect from her. Distantly, he also remembered that there was still the possibility that he might've finally been caught banging her daughters and that she was fucking firing him this very second.
"I'm in the kitchen, please come here for just a moment!" Rooster didn't waste a second-he knew that Priscilla knew that he had more sessions to attend to, so she wouldn't keep him from that. He really couldn't be late today.
Rooster followed where he had heard her voice, and when he found the big and sunlit kitchen, he almost had to immediately pick his jaw up from off the floor. Priscilla was doing the dishes, which in itself wouldn't be too extraordinary, if it wasn't for the fact that she was showing the most skin she had shown yet since he had first met her, and her body was glorious. Apparently she had finished some kind of work-out session not too long ago, and her body still shone with a light sheen of sweat. She was wearing black yoga pants which left little to the imagination; her hips were curvy and her big ass was plump and juicy, hidden beneath the fabric. She wasn't wearing a shirt, though she was wearing a firm black jogging bra, though the poor thing looked liked it was only just barely able to hold up her big, DDD cup titties. While his eyes were wandering, he could not help but notice how in shape she was; her stomach was flat, but more than that, there was the faintest hint of abs. Including her height, she had an incredible body, and even though that made her a somewhat intimidating woman, it didn't stop him from feeling that now quite common stirring in his loins.
"Done looking?" Priscilla asked in her husky, accented voice.
"Huh? Oh shit-I mean, uh, I'm sorry," Rooster stammered like a schoolboy, as he made sure to look back up at Priscilla. Although he could feel his cheeks getting flushed, he saw that her friendly expression told him that she was amused and charmed, and not offended in the least. While looking up though, he made a quick note that she was wearing a black and loose sports hijab, that like her others, framed her beautiful and sexy face. Her eyes were big and brown, her face sweetly round, lips full and chin strong. But due to her hijab, he still didn't know exactly what all of her facial features looked like.
"It's fine, Rooster, I appreciate the flattery. I just wanted to let you know before you leave, that I made some nasi goreng for you, as thanks for being such a good tutor to my dear Rianti. It's in the refrigerator, it's still fresh."
"Oh, thank you so much," he said, before briskly walking to the nearby refrigerator behind the main kitchen table and pulling out a bowel that had some still warm nasi goreng sitting in it. It smelled wonderful and spicy, with a fried egg on top that made it look all the more delicious. "Oh my goodness, thank you, thank you."
"Oh, you're so welcome," she said happily, before her eyes darted to her left, as she seemed to quickly consider adding an extra detail. "I made this just for you, I didn't tell either of my girls I made this" she said while returning her eyes back to him. "And they love my nasi goreng."
There was a moment's pause, while both of them stared dreamily at each other, Priscilla's hands resting beside the sink. The only sound that could be heard was the kitchen faucet, which she had forgotten to turn off and was still running.
Rooster quickly walked up to her, grabbed her chin and then they both started heavily and heartily Frenching each other. The kiss was spontaneous and really rather violent, which only made Rooster all the more excited. After a short moment of hesitation, he reached up and grabbed her barely contained girls.
"Oh!," she gasped, while Rooster squeezed and massaged them, feeling their perfect roundness from beneath her sports bra. Turning her to face towards him, he shoved his face into her deep bosom, kissing and slobbering all over her hit titties and chest.
"Oh fuck," he groaned, before he felt a hand on his chest.
