We are very clear on matters between us, believe me, and I am only doing her a favour taking a little bit of care of you, until she returns. As I lathered my prick, I said to it: “you did a good thing tonight”. Sex I finished, washed my hands after stuffing my prick back in as best it could fit, and opened the door. But I also am sure: I feel like a Woman. I held her hips and showed her with a little pressure to raise her body up, then lower it gently; she understood and took over for herself, allowing my hands to roam her thighs, pulling her that little bit forward, increasing or showing a new sensation within her, eliciting a new shake of her hair and a growl from her throat, as she gave up gentleness in favour of sheer leg drive and pumped herself up and plonked herself down shrieking, but with pure ecstasy of the feelings. She squeezed my arm tighter, and thanked me, insisting on offering me the one beer she knew she had at home before I returned to my hotel. I never let go of her nipple, grasping it lightly in my teeth as we adjusted position, and my prick was now full and strong and ready to show her how it felt
