It was her words that finally broke his control, and he reacted like a stallion scenting a mare in heat. He headed toward her, peeling his pants and underwear off, and slid onto the couch behind her. He left his shirt on, and grabbed her hips, barely waiting long enough for the masturbation rob to be removed before he rubbed his length against her swollen, dripping, needy pussy. His breaths were fast, panting as he rubbed against her, before finally thrusting into her depths, whimpering as her womanhood welcomed him in.