Jan Week 3: Spa Day with Samantha...he is going to cum...[Missionary]

He was close—she could tell by the way his thrusts lost rhythm, the slap of their bodies even more urgent, uneven. She saw his face twisted in raw, animal need. The sight of it made her clench again, made her want to pull him apart, devour him, spit him out and do it again.

“Fuck—“ he groaned, and she knew he was right there, teetering on the edge. “You are going to make me fucking cum…” He said it as if in question of ‘where should I leave my load.’ No doubt he would pull out as he wasn’t using a condom, and he didn’t know if Leah was on birth control—she was risky enough to be fucking a stranger so who knew what other kind of risks she might take. For a split second, time stretched, and Leah was hyperaware of the moment: her body spread open, raw and dripping, his cock swelling inside her, the obscene squelch and slap of their fucking, the way her own nails left angry red tracks down the length of the table.