Mitch knew exactly what he was doing to me. His wicked grin told the story of a man who often enjoyed the s****l power of masterfully laying his galactic pipe in a p***y that he had prepped with saturation. His taunting confirmed my theory.
“Don't fight it,” he whispered. “You know you're about to c*m. I can feel it. I can feel this p***y about to explode.” He didn't withhold a single stroke of his rod ramming as he talked his s**t. He was masterful and my eruption was about to be his proof. I was losing the battle so I heeded his advice and let go. I surrendered to the power of the mighty orgasm that was now rippling through my body. He covered my mouth to muffle the sounds of my screeches.
He had not yet c*m. He wasn't done with me yet and I didn't mind. I was under his command. I was
