Get In Her Head To Set Her Off.

You haven't really used the psychological approach yet and now seems like the time. Sex is more mental than anything and Heather's conscious brain, the parts not totally under the spell of that amazing aphrodisiac in the air, is all that's keeping her from begging you for more.

"God, you're slutty pussy feels so good!" you moan to her.

"I'm not! Here for! You to! Enjoy!" she protests between your thrusts.

"That's why we're both here, isn't it? To blow our minds with orgasms?"

"I'm! Here! To! Win!"

You ramp up the speed and she moans like a bitch in heat.

"Sounds to me like you're winning right there! Why fight such a good thing? Why make me fight you and make it worse?"

You slow down a bit. Not enough for her to escape but enough to slow her orgasm. You see her grow tense, hear her panting, feel her need growing. You can see the pink smoke being swallowed up with her every deep breath. You shift your hips just a little and watch her squirm.

You sigh, "Just let me fuck you like I know we both want me to."

Heather bites her lips and wiggles her hips involuntarily. Then she growls and pounds the floor with her palm.

"Just fuck me then!" she groans.

You smile and stop moving all together.

"What was that?"

"I said fuck me, God damnit!"

Heather's breathing heavily and actually moaning just from her raw need.

"Beg for it," you command.

She looks over her shoulder at you, face full of conflict. She wants to shout at you but can't seem to decide why.

"God, just...! Fuck me, please! Pound my tight pussy! Fuck, I fucking need it so bad!"

Without a word you give her what you both want. She howls to the ceiling as you start mercilessly pounding her from behind.

"Oh god, yes!" she cries.

You both get lost in your beastial pleasure marathon. Eventually her arms give out but you don't let up. Not until your reserves run dry and your legs feel like rubber. You manage to stand, somehow, and leave Heather a smiling puddle on the floor.