Anna moved Fred's prick from her mouth because she felt him building up to cum. She took his head in her hands and moved it to her mouth, then maneuvered him so that his long, hard prick was between her legs. She moved her hands between them, took that tool in her hands and moved her lips aside and placed the head inside her, then moved ever so slightly upwards until the head of it was completely in, then stopped and kissed him. Fred moaned with delight. "Fred," Anna whispered directly into his ear, flicking her tongue inside it and causing him to shiver, "I want you to fuck me." Fred had never before heard a woman use that word. But somehow it didn't shock him because it sounded natural coming from Anna, indeed he could think of no other word that would have been more apt, more suitable for the occasion. Just her speaking the word excited him almost beyond the limits of his control and he pushed into her, causing her to cry out with pain. He stopped immediately and started to withdraw, but she said no, just rest where he was. He loved the feeling of her cunt walls around his hard prick, the heat seeming to come from the inside of her and caress his own burning desire. She pulled at his back with her hands and he eased on into her tight passage, felt the walls give slightly at the touch of the head of his prick, then waited until she pressured him again then continued, pushed all the way into her, and she moaned. He rested there, pulsating and throbbing in her, wanting to move in and out and up into her, waiting for her to guide and tell him how to treat her. She did. She moved slightly away from him so that he slipped out of her slightly, then, shoved back, spearing herself on his prick.