The slow, steady, gentle pace that Kate's cock took while working her way deeper onto Abby's clenching soaking depths was the most pleasant torture abigail could imagine. At once she loved the feeling of herself clamping around the ridged head and thick shaft and the way it touched all the right places deep inside of her but she hated that it was just not enough, she just needed -more-. The pleasure built to levels where Abby could no longer help herself. She wanted to scream to beg for Kate to just mount her stuff her over and over. Instead she settled for pushing her shapely ass back. She could not move nearly as much as she wanted with Kate's warm body pressed against her and little whimpers escaped her.<br/><br/>She felt so hot, so dirty as Kate slowly filled her more but still at the same maddening pace. Part of her wanted the cocky (no pin intended) Kate back. The one that had tried to order her around. She wanted that glorious hate-fuck they had been building toward. Still she stubbornly refused to voice that aloud in case Kate was angling for just that result. Just because the sexy goth had submitted in a moment of weakness did not mean that she would not make a play for dominance yet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>