She knew she was getting to him. His body language and his growl was sign enough she was doing ok by him. Her hands were featherlight, yet she began to pump him just a little harder as he began to squeeze jer once more. She licked her lips without ever really realizing it, she was just busy with the task at hand.<br/><br/>"Am I? Hmm quite good, guess I'll have to work harder won't I?" slowly her grasp got firmer as her hands pumped him faster. April slid one hand to his full sacks and began to knead and massage them. She could feel he was on the brink of cumming, it was all a matter to timing, and pace. "Tell me how much you want it," she cooed to him, his little vixen wanting to hear his words of how good she made him feel. It was a tug of war, and she wasn't ready to let go of the rope just yet.