She smiled like I'd given her exactly what she wanted and bounced even harder. The bed creaked under the force. Sweat shone on her skin. Her breathing grew ragged. I could feel her starting to tighten in short, greedy pulses around me, the walls of her pussy fluttering and squeezing with every stroke.
"That's my good boy," she panted. "Mommy's going to cum so hard for you. Keep that cock nice and hard while I take what I need. You're not allowed to finish again until I say so. Just take it. Let mommy ruin this dick."
The words, the pace, the wet heat… it was almost too much. I was caught between the sharp sensitivity and the overwhelming pleasure of being used like this. My hands stayed locked on her knees, squeezing every time she dropped down especially hard. The wet slap of her body meeting mine stayed loud and constant.
