Lyari's hands beat down on the bed at both sides of her body.  She gripped the covers, white knuckled and squirming.  She could barely stand how slow the man was on her.  All at once she wanted to let him roam and jump on his cock.  Her face was a mask of ecstasy, tensing and moaning, mouth agape.  Her legs fought to stay apart for him.  The young girl arched her back into the man's face, begging for more attention.<br/><br/>She didn't want to disturb his pace.  For once, Lyari wanted to see how long she could last while being teased.  It was a complete turn around for her.  Normally it would be her teasing the patrons and seeing how far she could go before they picked her up and fucked her silly.  Now it was her turn.  She bit her lip hard, fighting every second and damning the man in her head for being so good.