Her moans cried out and filled the air as he slowly slid her up and down, her belly too rising and falling at such movement as her dripping rose seemed to simply flood out over him. Each time he pulled out she would tighten around him before sliding back down the movement although slow where burning her alive as she cried out in pleasure, trying to speak his name but only coming in a odd slurring moan as a touch of drool ran down her chin. Moving more it was a pitty to have limited space to work with, but just as easily he could put her in a chair, or even throw the chairs onto the small table. The real question however was if he could control himself for much longer as her body continued to milk him.