I arch my back and moan.
The full length and width of Alexandre fills me. Tightening my hold on his shoulders, I lift my hips to meet his body as his thrusts increase in momentum. He swivels his hips at a slightly different angle each time he thrusts forward, plunging his shaft into my quivering flesh.
The head of his erect p***s applies pressure and friction over my g-spot, and my body shudders. He tightens his arms around my body as he continues to thrust at the same angle, rubbing and stimulating the gland with each thrust.
My body begins to quake, and a moan passes my lips.
"Oh, s'il vous plait . . . oh, mon dieu . . . je veux venir, Alexandre," I beg in French as my body trembles on the threshold of another orgasm. "Oh, please, oh, my God, I want to come, Alexandre."
"Come for me
