Is anything better than a willing and wanting partner? Already aroused past the point of no return it takes very little to encourage you, and the arch of her back and the gasp of her voice is nearly enough to throw you over the edge. "Vai, fuck," you echo her curses, rocking your hips in a steady rhythm, drowning in the sensation of being inside her. You've grabbed the leg that's wrapped around you for better leverage and access; your fingers press into the skin, passionate and firm as you thoroughly enjoy her body.
Her release is a hurricane, and you can feel yours building even hotter in response. The swell in your loins is like the magma of apopo: you doubt it will be much longer before you burst. It doesn't help that she's fucking singing into the darkness, her pleasure a perfect siren song. Pressing your hand to the bark by her head you do your best to keep from bursting, but fuck it's hard. "Fuck, I'm gonna- I'm fuckin' close," you moan.
So why not just cum? One simple reason: you know it'll mean pulling your cock out of her. And right now the only thing you want more than your orgasm is to continue preventing that agony as long as you can.
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
