A Slow, Sensual Indian Striptease

Sometimes it really pays to be a bad girl. You shift above me to put your weight on one hand. XXX You whisper to me, “Susan, I want you to come for me now, you dirty little slut. Come now.”
Once again the dirty talk does its job. Sitting here at the keyboard I can almost feel the pressure of your left hand holding me in place while your right repeatedly smacks down on my tender flesh, harder and harder. You laugh and do it again, back handing it this time. This version is the result of a little tweaking here, an embellishment there, etcetera. Don’t come in me. You drop to your knees between my splayed thighs, push my legs back against my sweaty breasts, and lower your face to my swollen lips. I whimper with joy as you hammer me, banging into my cervix, dragging your cock across my clit on every stroke. During a rest break I skimmed the text of our ping-ponging messages, and