Sacarment smiled, closing her eyes, and allowed herself to feel all that he was doing to her. Her mind wen forward, towards the ball of his climax. She moved closer, although struggling to hold back hers but for moments more, she placed spiritual hands onto, wrapping her spiritual foram around, the ball, her hands running over it carefully. Her fingers tracing placing small caresses upon it.She moaned, against it.<br/><br/>Back to the physical form she cried out, her back arching from the cushions of the couch,Pressing her breast, and grinding her hips agains him as he moved within her. Her nails raked up his back then burrying into his shoulder blades.Rolling her head back she exposed her neck to him. offering it to him.She breathed heaviuly her canal tightening his hard, thick shaft which drove into her mercilesslt.Please more, hard.GOds Temin It was a plea, wretched from the depth of her throat, an almost painful; plea of need