"I'm not d-done, until you're done," she stuttered, clearly determined to get this done, pulling forward so that she she could kiss you. The taste was different than the first, her juices clearly mixed in, and it wasn't bad. It almost reminded you of passion fruit. Pulling out of the kiss, she pressed back, letting the very tip of your cock part her lips. "But do try to hurry up," she ordered, sinking back slowly so that you'd inch in as she wiggled her body against yours to make it happen. You were going to ask how she planned on keeping up and taking the lead by being on top of you, when you discovered what she had in store. 