Shaking and shuddering on his bed, Mandy whimpered every time his lips touched her body. She squeezed her thighs shut, trying to dislodge his hand. She could barely contain herself and the second his lips wrapped around her nipple and tugged? She was coming again. He had an effortless ease about him when it came to getting her off. He could do with a simple touch here or there and when she was this wound up? She knew he wouldn't stop until she was screaming his name and begging him to end the torturous bliss. But right now? Right now it was so bloody amazing, she couldn't help but want more and more until she knew her body couldn't take it anymore.
"Roger..." she gasped, wanting much more than he was giving her. She wanted to feel him fill her, fuck her until she couldn't move. She wanted him until it ached. Every little brush against her clit had small, pulsating contractions running through her body. Shivering, trembling, she could only just lie there as he gave her pleasure over and over and over again. Her fingers drifted down, wrapping around him, stroking his cock while sucked her nipples.
He was hard and thick and all she could focus on was how much she needed that inside of her. The thought of him pushing into her, spreading her, filling her was too much and a small, trembling orgrasm shot through her again, needing something to contract around. His lips were a magical tease, each lick and nip sending a shooting desire straight to her center, demanding more. "Please Roger..." she murmured, her head falling to the side, trying to meet his gaze. Her pupils were dilated, face flushed, hair damp and sticking to her body. "Please..."