Well, his expression gave little away, but his body was screaming the message at me loud and clear. I flicked my gaze to his cock, staring at it, in fascination. It rose, long and straight from his body. The head of it, red and engorged, while a scattering of veins, stood out along its length. He was so big, and although I wasn’t normally one for getting excited over a cock, Dante’s was worth taking the time to admire it. It really was a thing of beauty, it, and that chunky length of metal that speared through it. I climbed onto the bed, and straddled him, carefully positioning my soaked pussy over him. I could feel his hard length probing at me, stabbing me, as I circled my hips above him. I didn’t lower myself onto him. This was not about my satisfaction. I knew if I let him inside me now, I’d ride him like a wild woman. I’d end up coming, and I’d have done nothing, to help him.
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