As the fleshy pole slowly rasped along the length of her steamy sheath, Janice felt her need rushing higher and higher. The man was in no hurry and his deliberate, languorous strokes tortured her. Her mind longed to expel the relentless invader while her body welcomed each long, deep thrust.
The man had his hands on the mattress on either side of her and his contact with her body was limited to the interface of his long, thick rod and Janice’s aching channel. Her hair was spread in a corolla around her head. She could hear the man’s lustful, labored breaths as he reveled in her body. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest and her passion was mounting. She wanted the man to end his torment of her. She closed her eyes and prayed for it to end just as her p***y’s throbbing began. Suddenl
