"Gracefully she managed to sit side on, despite my struggling erection. Slowly I took my right hand and started moving up her inner thigh. I could fee...l some moisture coming out, but decided to start with her clitoris, rubbing my thumb in a clockwise rotation. She moaned in pleasure, maintaining her balance by holding onto me with both arms. With her well lubricated I slid one finger inside her."Oh, ohhh" she squealed, enjoying herself too much to keep quiet. I moved my finger in-and-out as she. Her hair was matted to her head with sweat. Her tank top was drenched but especially around her armpits, cleavage, and back. Her shoulders glistened with sweat. Her face was streaked with it and her neck was glistening too. The band of her shorts was drenched and there was a V of sweat going from the top of the shorts almost all the way down her ass crack. I love it when her ass is sweaty. And if her ass was that sweaty, her pussy was probably soaked. Continuing down, her legs were very wet as. At least, they hadn't up to last night. If they're still pink and harmless when I get to work, my colleagues would be very, very grateful if you'd come in and help them to find out why." You're thinking that the cells inside me have stopped producing irritant altogether?" That could very well be. They'd like to find out." So why the hell have I been wasting my time and energy with all this sex nonsense?" Your time and energy?", I grinned. "What about me? You've been riding me so hard I've lost. If she touches my cock, though, she’s gonna get it pushed up her, but until she does ... Ah, fuck it. I’ll jerk off the next time I go to the ice cave for meat.He lay there trying to go back to sleep, but his mind wouldn’t shut off, nor would his dick go down. Face it, Asshole. She’s different. I can’t fuck this woman against her will. But you’re a fucking lifer, dickhead. What difference would it make? he tried to tell himself. But he knew what difference it would make. She would probably hate.