Chapter 8

My lips were still tingling by the raw contact of the flesh swollen by the excitement in my tongue, and I slid my nails in his groin, studying through my eyelashes the way the veins of his body throbbed below my fingers. I moved my hair away from my face and mounted it on his lap, using one hand to fit our bodies and the other to support my weight against his sweat-so wet chest. He gasped, snapping his lips in a suggestive way. My movements were slow at first, just what was necessary for your cock to slip slowly into my entrance.

He dug the most protruding parts above my hip, regulating my back and forth movement. I gave myself to the feeling of warmth and satisfaction, moaning the false commands so that he reached my right point. In the position I was in, I had control of the situation, but his cold hands distracted me somehow, almost causing all my horniness to be reduced to a big nothingness.

Impatient, I stretched out my hands and hit yours on the metal headboard on