You try to get off yourself

The burning in your loins is too overwhelming. Your heart pounding in your ears. It was so close. Only a few more thrusts and Trish would have pushed you over the edge. Your hand wanders over your stomach und down over your mound. You're so wet between your legsa you notice, as a shiver runs through your spine as you start pleasuring yourself. Just a little more and you would get to cum.

"You started already without me?" You are yanked from your thought as you are surprised by a returning Trish who closes the door behind her and with a click, turns the lock on the door. Siting up you stammer: "No... I'm not. I just... Err..." Your tongue falls over yourself.

"Shh little girl," Trish says, throwing the towel onto a chair, her still half hard cock swinging while she walks over to the bed and gets back on top of it. You can't bring yourself to look away from the sizeable member between her legs. "We can't. I'm not on the pill." You throw out as a **** attempt to stop her from coming onto you again. Trish crawls over to you, kissing your neck which makes you shiver so hard that she has no problem pushing you onto your back again. "So?" She says, parting your legs and positioning herself between them again. "I bet you would make a pretty hot MILF." She kisses you, drowning out every rogue thought you had but a last spark of resistance in the back of your mind.