John switches holes

As though he can hear my mental request, John withdraws from my sore behind and tugs my hips up to get a better angle at my pussy. My labia reflexively part for him and he thrusts inside, maintaining his previous pace. He unfortunately only scratches just below my G-spot, but if he were to try a different angle I doubt he’d even make it this far.

I’ve given up washing, I’d never manage to scrape all this gunk off while squirting my way down to the floor. I decide to just hold off until I cum and get the rest of this shit off afterwards. Goddamn, John’s pounding me so hard. I want him to slam me against the glass and squish my tits against the wall. Fucking hell I’m exhausted, I might just pass out before I squeeze out an orgasm. Maybe I should just try to squirt asap so I don’t miss it. If he could only reach my G-spot, it’d all be over in a few seconds, he’s just so close!