Her eyes flash anew with tears and she pulls me close. “Sean,” she breathes against my neck, and her breasts are flat against my chest and her thighs are tight around my hips and her ass is—
“Sweetheart,” I say, in a strained voice. “I need you to let go.”
“No,” she says, squirming even closer, trapping my rigid length between her mound and my own stomach. “That was beautiful.”
I endure this with as much forbearance as I can muster, although my voice is gravelled and harsh when I say, “Zenny, you have to stop moving around on my lap.”
This does make her pull away, just enough to straighten up and look at me, but the act of straightening brings her cunt squarely against my erection and her eyes flare with understanding. She swallows at the same time, warmth coming to her face.
“Oh,
