Dexter did as he was asked, his cock never slowing as he squeezed Donna's throat as she'd begged him to. He kept squeezing, tighter and tighter until he felt saw her tap his leg repeatedly. He let go, and she immediately started shaking her head.

"Hold it until I tap you again. Get back to that same tightness," she whispered.

He nodded, thrusting deeply into her again.

"Oh my God," she groaned, slapping the bed with her palm. "Your cock is..." she started to say but left the thought unfinished.

Jessie watched, her hand still rubbing her clit as he thrust in and out. She saw him tighten back again...