Anton looked up at Mary and saw her face in great ecstasy. The sight of her leaning back her head as she closes her eyes aroused him more, making his hardness grow bigger and twitch.
'F*ck, I can't wait to feel her,' Anton said to himself.
"Mary, look at me," Anton commanded.
She looked at him with a creased forehead as she bite her lower lip. Her face was so sensual to Anton so he moved his fingers in and out of her faster.
"Stop! A-Anton! God… Please stop," Mary begged, but he didn't comply. He knows what is going on with her and why is she telling him to stop. She's feeling so good, more likely almost near her peak and it is scaring her.
"Don't hold it in, let it go…" Anton urged, but Mary remained oblivious to his words.
"Ahh… Anton please stop, f-feels weird, I might pee!" Mary pleaded again but it was no use. Anton kept going while watching her scrunch her face.
