Drake obeyed her like the good boy he was. He gave his best and thrust in and out harder, deeper until Arla removed her hand between her legs.
"Put it back," he ordered.
"Stop, stop… Oh, please stop, I feel like… Fuck… I might pee… Stop!" Arla exclaimed.
But he is no longer a good boy and grabbed her arms, pinned in over her head as she leaned against the bath mirror. Drake replaced her hand with his and continued where she left off.
"Drake! Stop!" Arla doesn't know if she will cry for Drake was pushing her to her limits but then at the end, she only sobbed in intense pleasure.
She didn't care anymore, she was lost in the moment and could not focus on anything anymore but only on Drake's movements that pulled her towards the heavens above.
With no warning, Arla squirted all over Drake's abdomen. Still, he didn't stop messaging her clit and pumping in and out of her until he felt her wall clenched his hardness and beat strongly around him.
