Hoda wiggles

At this point, Hoda was really turned on. She started moving her pelvis in small circles, hovering above Harold's swollen crotch. Harold moved his pelvis up towards her's and pushed himself into her. Hoda continued to make tiny circles with her lower half. She pressed back into Harold. For a moment, she stopped moving in circles and they stayed like this, pressing into each other. Hoda trembled. Harold trembled. Hoda could feel Harold's rock hard piece through his jeans. Harold could feel the opening of Hoda's chamber through her jeans. Instinct drove these parts together. They pressed into each other harder and harder. Hoda looked at Harold. His face was turning red with effort. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. Harold moaned.

They were pressing into each other so hard that Hoda began to levitate. Her legs came off the seat, Harold was doing some sort of back bridge, suspending her above him, floating her on his angry serpent.

Hoda pressed harder into Harold. She moved herself again, one slow circle, pressing as hard as she could and moving at a glacial pace around Harold's cock. Hoda wanted to keep Harold in the utmost suspense. Suspense like this was often the sexiest thing Hoda could imagine.

"Oh!" Harold shouted. "Hoda, Hoda, Hoda."

Hoda came alive hearing Harold say her name over and over and over. Goo slithered out of her slot and soaked her panties.

"Hoda, I came." Harold whispered.

Hoda looked down and it was true, she could see the wet spot on his jeans. Harold had jizzed in his pants. For a moment Hoda felt proud. She made Harold slime himself from almost nothing at all. Then, Hoda felt a little panicked. What if this was over then? Hoda was so wound up, that couldn't happen. If they stopped now, Hoda would be frustrated and uncomfortable for days. Hoda decided this sexual encounter must continue, and immediately.

Hoda reached into Harold's pants. She felt the sticky fluid. She took her hand out of his pants, covered in splooge, and, making eye contact with Harold, put her hand in her mouth. She licked the seed off of every finger.

"I like your taste" she whispered.

Hoda leaned into Harold's ear.

"I want more."