[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
Desperate, she wrapped both arms tightly around Antony's shoulders, pushing her own breasts deeper once more into the hot warmth opened wide for her between his parted mouth.
He kept sucking and flicking his tongue against the round, hardened point now resting fully in his mouth, his lower body feeling as if it no longer belonged to him, just pumping frantically into the slick heat that kept drawing his sensitive length in again and again.
That tight place was so slippery right now, clear evidence of how overstimulated she was for him. And no matter how many times she moaned so weakly through soft whimpers that single word, "stop," her own hips kept driving her pussy deeper against his cock, even when his whole length couldn't sink any deeper inside her.
Women were such strange, confusing creatures, Antony thought, or maybe just this one.
