<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Her hand bit into his scalp as she squirmed beneath him, her heel pressing hard into his back.  "Jesus, Gabriel, I need -- I need to come," she begged, her body quivering at his touch.  "Please -- please, like this, I want -- "  Her other hand tightened in the sheets so hard she was afraid she'd tear them.  "I want to come on your tongue," she managed to say finally, whimpering it out as she struggled against him.  "And then -- then -- oh please, I need your cock Gabriel please, I want you so bad."  She was babbling now, completely and utterly at his mercy -- hardly thinking of anything beyond have desperately she wanted him.</span></span>