He'd been holding still. His c**k is pressed against my soaked panties, watching me shake with need.
He started moving again. Slow this time. His c**k was sliding up my slit through my wet panties, catching on my c**t, dragging over it.
The whole of it was sending sparks through my body.
I gasped.
Gasped with relief and torture mixed together.
He's slower now, slower and more deliberate.
Each stroke was long and full, making sure I feel every inch.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
He's steady, and relentless—building the pressure, but not rushing.
His hip's moving with him.
I couldn't help it, my hands help his shoulders tight.
"Yes. Please. Don't stop."
"I won't. Not until I want to."
He kept the maddening pace, just grinding against me.
My p***y was throbbing, and my c**t was screami
