She felt a whine rising from her throat, a plea for what he was tormenting her with- the hard press of his cock between her thighs. Trembling, his large hands seared her curvacious hips, the temperature rising as he tortured her slowly. Her full lips drew back in a silent snarl, the teasing nearly too much for her already pleasure ridden mind. She squeezed her muscles around his invading length, already tightening as he speared her.<strong>"Please, please, please,"</strong>Leah whispered her mantra over and over, fighting the desperate urge to scream for him to fuck her like she needed. Her pale skin glistened in the half-shadowed light of the room, lips still parting with each passing second as she struggled to fight the urge to moan, scream or a lewd mixture of both.<br/><br/>Her hand dove between her thighs, stroking the hardened, sensitive nub as he plundered her depths skillfully.<strong>"Yes, hard... Please, Kleavin. Don't torture me anymore, I need your cock hard,"</strong>The redhead groaned quietly, feeling his head touch the end of her. Trembling, she murmured her plea over and over, wriggling her hips under her hands as much as she could in the tight grip he held her in.