Grasping her by the flank once more, mirroring the start of your passionate sex, you began to bounce her in your lap. Unlike the start though, you weren't doing this in the slow, sensual manner, but in a far more aggressive, repeated spearing of her love canal. She didn't stop trying to gyrate her hips, causing your head to drag and scrape against her folds, practically gouging the cramped confines of her pussy. Every time she came down, you could feel the rippling of fat and muscle beneath your fingers, reflecting the consistent clenching of her walls, each coming faster than the last, letting you know she wasn't far off.