Don't. Move. Don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move....

Renz repeated the mantra in his head as Lena moved over him, her expressive face marked with curiosity and urgent arousal.

She rubbed the tip of his cock against the slippery lips of her pussy, and Renz balled his fists to keep from bucking his hips against hers like a wild animal.

She was teasing him. She had to know that she was teasing him. There was no way he would agree to anything like this ever again.

He watched her as she determinedly positioned herself above him, and began to slowly slide down onto his cock. Renz was nearly...