"No." She smiles. "I was very persuasive with Harry." She laughs, pulling herself more tightly against me, to emphasize her point. "I got Harry to remove my frequency from the transmitter before he gave it to your dad. Not that I don't trust Daryl, I'm just being careful." She says, rowing faster and slamming her hard nipples against my chest. We stop talking as we urgently work towards another mutual climax. This time she stops rowing, pushes me back against the pulley and starts fingering her clit while she rocks up and down on my cock.

"Play with my tits!" She cries, as she fingers her clit. Her feet are...