Dylan started to move up and down, kind of massaging her clit. She moaned through clenched teeth, her eyes shut as she held on tightly to his wrist. The hold that screamed please give me more instead of stop.
Dylan positioned himself well in his seat. Slowly and more carefully, he found his way past the borders of her lace pants and slid into her warm slit pussy.
"Mm…" rushed out together at once.
"Continue, ask me your question. Don't let me distract you." He moved but not too fast to disarrange her thoughts and words.
"Um…" She swallowed the invisible saliva in her throat.
"Um…what? You can't find your voice?"
His hand slid over her chest, fingers finding the swell where her dress strained against her skin. A slow smile curved his lips as her hardened nipples pressed boldly against the fabric like they were begging for him. Like they threatened to tear out of her dress. He pinched one between his fingers, giving it a gentle squeeze.
