Sasha joins the mix again

“When I saw you yesterday, I knew you would be a hot fuck” You say between ragged breaths. "Dirty bitch, waiting to be taken.”

Her hands hesitate, not out of uncertainty, rather, the overwhelming pleasure makes it difficult for Annalize to concentrate and interfere.

Instead Sasha gets involves. Her hands grasp your back. Her fingertips change the angle and her nails come in contact with your skin. With skill, with lust, with desire her nails trail down your back.

Dammit. That new sensation is effectively getting you hornier, making it difficult to think straight. Before you consciously think of it, your hips are already moving with a steady but harder rhythm, the end of each thrust is accentuated by an intentional slight hip movement. The tip of your dick tightly rubs against her cervix, as if desperately making out with it.

You feel the sensation begin to overwhelm you. The texture of her pussy pulling you in further, harder. Sexfighting is an addiction. You want, no need more, knowing that more leads to your own demise. A constant battle with yourself to not orgasm. You want to fuck her into oblivion, make her walk on trembling legs but at what cost? Your orgasm or hers? You figure you can do it...Annalize is virtually begging for it.