Socketed solidly atop him, Mistress Jennifer ground their groins together again. She rubbed and writhed in her riding, undulating against him with sinuous sensuousness. Leaning grandly back or burying him under her slump she humped him, pumping with her buttocks and rocking his embedded c**k against her g-spot; she bounced vertically up and down, plunging his aching entirety relentlessly in and out. And yet she did it all soooo sloooooowly, at such a sedate and luxuriant pace that every least sensation could be deeply appreciated – and no deadly momentum toward orgasm could be generated. Absolutely lavish with her t**s and kisses, guided by all that priceless experience, his owner seemed to enjoy teasing him thus for eons. Smothered in loving, swamped by almost-forgotten ecstasies, his ada
