Well, back to my- ahem- story.
She pleaded desperately with him to increase his pace, since she couldn't move as much as she wanted. Begging was her last resort, and for someone as feisty as she was, you can understand how hard it was for her to do that.
Eventually, he stopped his actions, and I couldn't help but mirror her actions by taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart, but even as I did, the temperature in the room didn't drop by one fucking degree.
It just stayed the same; it was almost suffocating.
I trained my eyes hard on the man's back as he sorted through a drawer, looking for something.
Eventually, he found it and stalked his way back to the bed.
Instead of returning to her pussy that was beginning to turn cold, he stalked to the head of the bed, climbing next to her head.
