Something to remember. xxx 18 After several more agonisingly long minutes, I gently pushed the tip against her pussy, but stopped before entering. Her voice was suddenly stable, more solid. She seemed almost completely unaware of me, not meeting my eye but staring straight ahead. She let out a deep breath. “No, Jessica. I don’t know!” she sobbed. “Count, slut. “You like pleasing me.” I said simply. I couldn’t get enough of her hot, wet throat, and after a only a few minutes I was tensing my lower muscles, trying to prolong my release as much as I could. This wasn’t just me beating her because she pissed me off. It seemed to hurt her more when she wasn’t ready for it.
