She smiles at that, and catches her lower lip in her teeth. She presses close to you, wriggling a little, drawing one thigh over yours. She grips you just a little tighter, giving you long, steady strokes.
You feel your hips rising, but she brings her weight to bear, holding you in place, keeping control of you. You grab the bedsheets, moaning, wishing for nothing more than the chance to spend the next month fucking this amazing, breathtaking woman.
Then you shout, and she sighs as you come in her hand, spurting over your chest and her abdomen. She holds you firmly, gently, drawing your orgasm out with careful squeezes. You gasp and shudder, utterly at her mercy. Every motion of her hand makes your whole body twitch.
The strength slowly ebbs out of you, and she brings her caresses to a merciful end, holding you in her warm, sticky fist. She leans down and kisses you, softly. "I'm looking forward to you making that up to me," she says.
"I'll try not to disappoint you," you whisper, weakly.
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