She didn't want him to wait. She wanted him now. She was tense, needing arousal, needing to feel it, but she ran her nails hard against his back. She clawed him. "Significado...de los....sueños malos masivo...Te quiero a ti...quiero que ahora. Te quiero a ti conmigo, mi gran sueño..." She managed out between hard gasps of pleasure. Her nails dug in even more firecltly to his back as she felt insurmountable pleasure threatening her. She pulled him away from her breasts pushing him back into the chair as she tightened her womanhood around him, and quickened the pace of her pounding. Then nearly unable to breath in pleasure she came down and demanded his lust through his mouth so that he could recognize the unforgiving and unstopable pleasure fuming within her.