I pushed my hips against hers in answer to her question, driving my still-hard c**k into her soaked p***y. Her mouth opened in a slight shock.
"Oh... That feels... so right..." She moaned, "I feel like we just... fit together so well."
"I wanted to make you happy." I said, leaving out the fact that I had wanted her for days, and that she knew it.
"Brent, I'm a dyke." She stated, her p***y claming on my c**k in a rebuttal of that point. "I don't like guys. I just like... you."
"I'm flattered." I smiled at her again, gently maintaining slow movement within her body. I was still aroused, still ready, and her conversation was turning me on a bit, simply because I could hear her lovely voice.
"And we're... STILL fucking..." Her mouth opened in a quiet realization.
"Do you want me to stop?
