The way that Claire teased the head of Mark's cock gave him such hope and promise. He swore she was going to impale herself and ride him like a bull. When that didn't happen he moaned slightly, and looked up at the woman who still had his arms pinned with curiosity. As she started bouncing with short shallow thrusts Mark could feel the head of his cock going in and out, well nearly, of her sacred walls. All of the pleasure was kept to one location, and not all along the shaft so as the pressure started mounting he didn't feel like this was going to be anything special.<br/><br/>He was right of course, had she continued just like this Mark would blow a load that was painfully short without much power behind it. Likely she would be disappointed in his overall performance, and while Mark could accept that nowadays it wasn't something he wanted to have happen. He wanted it all to be fun, and while this was certainly pleasurable, fun was not the operative word he would use with the way she rode him.<br/><br/>Of course what Mark failed to realize is that the short burst of ins and outs were likely helping her to feel pleasure, at least that was what he would logically deduce some time later. She was clearly enjoying things, her words and level of enthusiasm portrayed that much, which was all amazing. When she finally stopped the short bursts and took his whole cock inside of her he moaned with pleasure and smiled a big toothy grin. "Oh yes, please yes, fuck me like a wild bronco Claire, show me what you can do."