Tempo

"Don!" Her cries pierced through the music as she clutched the sheets with her toes, lifting her ass each time the tempo came through.

The sight was maddening, the lingerie that had paved the way to my high expectations, splayed on the bed, her tits almost fully out, for she had clutched on them, before grabbing the sheets again,

Her hair had become a mess, and she shook as if she were convulsing, and if I wasn't losing my mind, I would have wondered why she had it on if she was going to react like this, and when she could catch her breath, she whispered, "Don, I beg you, it's—it's..."

Though I felt weak at the knees, I couldn't stop messing with her. "Bad?"

"Uhm, uhm..." Her hands flew to her hair as her legs rubbed against each other.

I turned down the volume and smiled, ignoring my cock throbbing hard against my joggers; she was relaxed on the bed now, taking deep breaths like she had been on a marathon.

"How does it feel, babydoll?"

"Don't call me th—Oh God, no!" She whi