She straddles him in the narrow bed, bouncing rhythmically on his cock while he supports her sweaty breasts with his long-fingered hands. She pants and leans toward him; he catches her mouth in a kiss. After a moment, she flicks her hair back and arches her back, sliding further into his cock.
“Oh god,” he moans. “I’m going to cum.”
She leans back to grind herself in short, firm thrusts against him, their thighs interlocked.
“Oh god. Any second now.”
She leans forward, her breasts dangling over his chest, so close her nipples skim his chest hair. Bracing her arms around his shoulders, she crashes her pelvis into him to the rhythm of her breakaway heartbeat.
“Oh god, I’m cumming,” he growls. “I’m going to cum.”
Twenty minutes later, he still has not cum, and she really needs to pee.
