He would hold her hips in his hands and force her to move faster as she was impaled by his member that was growing closer and closer to the end. Breathing hard she would gaze at him through heavily lidded eyes and attempt to control her erratic breathing, he wasn’t going to give her a chance though. She was burning, surely she would burst into flame if this continued on, she needed release. How had she gone from wanting his head to wanting his body, she was so close to her end she needed to reach her orgasm. She knew her pistol was on the couch behind him, could she get to it quick enough. Wanted to bury himself so deep inside her that he lost himself completely, what was it about her? He would thrust a finger deep inside her moist opening and move it in and out before adding another, she would cry out and fall into the couch as she moaned once again. She would cry out his name and he would almost spill
