Solo Pleasure When My Husband Is Away

I struggled to control the rising urge, shuddering involuntarily, trying not to cum early, as her muscles gripped and massaged the aching flesh inside her. “Come on hon, get up.” I shifted slightly, trying to sit up so I could lift her off me. It was probably better not to know. I had wiped out again, so I ran my hand down the smooth skin of her arm in a long stroke. She stared down at it, eyes shining with the craving of its firm promise. The hot breath against my shoulder and the swell of her heartbeat were melodies I wove together, building tempo, squeezing all the lovely regions of my girl’s body towards a racing climax. It seemed like another one of her teasing games, and I was more than happy to oblige.