He knew exactly how to touch you.

You clenched your jaw and moaned in your throat. Pulling aside your panties he slid his fingers inside your wet pussy.

"Tristan." Whispering his name felt like a release. He pushed up against your G-spot and started pumping. Your back arched reflexively and you matched each thrust of his fingers bucking your hips.

You could feel his hard cock pressed against your leg, aching to get out. You needed him inside of you. When he told you to cum, you couldn't have held back if you had wanted to.

The orgasm hit hard. It was like a damn breaking. You felt it coming fast, and knew when it was there. You lost your balance, your grip on anything. Your mind was blank. You could feel it crashing over you and exploding again every time Tristan twisted your nipple. Him holding you by the head all that was kept you from falling over.

It was hard to keep from shouting out, but you kept remembering the couple in the room next to yours and holding it back.

Eventually you collapsed on your side, your stomach muscles twitching a little.