Winston didn't know much but he knew wet panties when he saw them. The way she had spread those soft thighs and then just lay there looking at the wall. He was glad she'd stopped him. It gave him time to take the edge off and not cum as quickly as he might have. Now he could enjoy her without all the struggle. She seemed almost too willing to cooperate and Winston could tell from her ragged breathing that the wetness between her legs was from a twisted desire or some depraved sexual fantasy. Maybe the little bitch was as kinky as he had heard from others in her family.
Whatever her game was he was going to enjoy using her. If she got something out of it too.... Well, that was okay but not important to him. Winston wasn't the kind of man who worried if a woman enjoyed sex or not. Most did seem to cum though. Maybe it was from his size and demanding approach, he didn't even consider an attempt to pleasure any of them. When he would talk about the way he fucked a bitch he would always say,
"I beat that pussy up!"
He even used Janice this way. Then again, Janice in particular.
He never really intended to do more than use her as a second-string cum dump in his line-up of bitches to fuck. He had sort of let her trap him into a drunken weekend in Vegas and then sprung a, what turned out to be a false pregnancy story on him. It just sort of seemed to be easier to marry her than pay the huge lawyer fee and then support payments if he didn't. She would never abort a kid and he knew it. Then he also knew that her father would probably give him a great job at his company. She never seemed to be the type that wouldn't put up with him fucking around either. He'd stop seeing her for weeks, sometimes months when he had another hot piece of ass he was fucking and she just put up with it. So a good job, a nice home, and an ugly but accepting wife to keep everything respectable and to use whenever he wanted. A pretty good arrangement but when he would think of the trick she played on him he'd get angry and extra rough on her sexually.
It had sort of started with her on a night when they both were pretty drunk. Winston was on top of Janice in the classic missionary position. His long thick cock was up to his ball sack inside her body. The slick and slimy feel of her cunt and the way it was soaking her ass cheeks along with the sheets beneath her, was more than evident as he slid his hands under her buttocks to tilt her pelvis up slightly. Just needing to get another half-inch of cock inside the bitch.
"My load is going to fill up her cervix," he thought as he strained to get deeper.