Her tears had dried up, and the only way that she would be using “no” anytime soon would be to say, “No, don’t stop.”
Ryan was keeping it slow, and easy, introducing just a little bit more cock every few strokes, when Ginger mumbled something he didn’t quite catch. As she walked slowly down the hall, and into his bedroom, her mind was finally settling down enough to get a handle on what had just happened to her. Sex He kept alternating the speed, and depth of his stroke like this for what, to Ginger, seemed like an eternity, as she moaned, panted, and squealed. Although not quite flaccid, it was pointing downward, and flopping from side to side a little, as he walked over, and picked a pillow up off the bed. Every time she thought she was about to cum, the pressure would just get more intense, until she thought she might explode. Part of her wanted to kick, scream, and cry. He then thrust his tongue into her, and as he swirled it in, and out, rubbing her tender clit with his fingers, her mind was locked in an epic struggle with her body.
