She pushed and heaved and bucked her hips, but I was like a piece of iron; too strong, too heavy, and she realized that her gyrations were s****l and suggestive. They were only making her look more eager and hungrier.
Finally, she just stopped, gave up. She would save her strength for when she really needed it, for when I tried to shove my c**k into her. Maybe then she could raise her knees and push me off, or get a knee into my balls. Meanwhile, my kissing and sucking of her t**s had never stopped, but the focus of both their attentions had shifted to the area between her legs where she was even more hungry and more needy and the feelings ran deeper and harder to control. She was throbbing with shameful and painful need.
I seemed to be in no hurry to f**k her though. I played with her b
