I leaned into Benjamin's embrace; my heart was pounding in rhythm with his. His skin smelled good fragrances mixed with his longing desire. He directed my hand to his cork, which was huge and bulging. I could feel his heartbeats through that monster of his.
Touch it."
The house resounded with his whispers, his hands tracing over me, his breaths, and his hot body. He slid his wet and warm tongue on mine as he sucked it. I wanted him in me all the time he did this, his weight on top of me.
I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face with his sweat dropping on me, his face gesturing with desire, and those lusty eyes of his.
He began to cum; he did in fact lay his crank in my palm, closed his fist around my fist, and squeezed on it so tightly, making his knuckles turn yellow, sliding within my palm skin in and out of my grip, slowly increasing his breath, and accelerating.
