Her lacy black thong was completely soaked through. He watched her face – was she trying to turn him on? He sped up, wanting so badly to feel her pussy contract around him. Ben smiled at her and tried to relax, “Nothing wrong, babe.” She smiled again, squeezing his thigh lovingly. She started grinding her hips against his, and he groaned as her legs tightened. He guided it toward her dripping pussy, and slowly pushed it against her slit. He started thrusting his hips in time with her movement, making her gasp. He sped up, wanting so badly to feel her pussy contract around him. She complied, and he bit his lip, trying not to moan. He could feel her legs tightening even more and he could tell she was getting close to another orgasm. She was so talented with her tongue she would be able to relieve him quickly enough that no one would even care that they were gone, right? Ben felt his pants grow tighter, his dick begging to be let out.
