95 - Hazz

Sweat began to slide down my back, in every movement of back and forth, entry and exit, each penetration and withdrawal. They were continuous movements, but calm, even though my blood roared in the veins. Even if Jessy held me with her nails on my biceps, asking for more, faster and stronger.

I kept the pace calm, I was careful, and I did it slowly. Jessy moaned, still covering her mouth, and I pulled her hand lightly, because I wanted to hear it. I wanted to know how much she was controlling herself. And the sound of her moan in my ear broke all my self-control. Jessy arched when I pushed hard inside her, when I pressed enough for the bed to creak at a very fast pace to be just an occasional fix.

I stood up slightly, leaning my knees on the bed, and lifted one of Jessy's legs to my shoulder. Thank God she was flexible, because that position... It almost made me cum ahead of time. Jessy squeezed the sheets with one hand, fighting against the desire to scratch something, and bit her li