He would leave her almost empty, the shining length of him hanging between her thighs while her pussy winked and dripped around nothing but his crown, and she would clamp when he tried to leave her, her heels pulling at his ass and her inner walls locking as if she could keep him by force.
She did not want the withdrawal... she wanted him inside, and she wasn't remotely subtle about it. He gave her the burial she asked for with her pussy instead of her mouth, and Goddess Fall Touch ran from his hands into her waist while her teardrop breasts lifted and fell with each meeting.
He kept to that pace because it was sneaked sex, not a bedroom, and because a goddess undone on a table still wanted to look as though she might survive being heard.
At least for now he'll do slow!
"Haah..."
