"Psh, you sure know how to talk."
Suzan snickered, "Actually, I know you just want to sleep with me. All that stuff you said earlier was just to get me in your grasp, wasn't it?"
"Hard to tell, you're young, but you sure are crafty."
"So what if I'm young?"
I thrust forward forcefully in retaliation.
"Ah!"
Suzan couldn't help but arch her head back, letting out a soul-stirring moan.
At this moment, she was no longer resisting, and it seemed like I had made her quite comfortable.
"You... you said you weren't going to move, didn't you? Why... are you still thrusting?"
She turned around, her face flushed and her eyes sultry as she looked at me. Though she spoke words of complaint, I could tell she was enjoying it.
"So what if I'm young? Does being older make you better? Is mine bigger than your husband's?" I taunted with a smirk.
"Ah... stop, don't move..."
"Yours is bigger, much bigger than my husband's... mmm..."
With my movements resuming, Suzan moaned again.
