Sweat was starting to bead on his forehead, his breaths coming in short pants, but I was far from finished, leaning forward to kiss him deep, my tongue shoving into his mouth, tasting the salt on his lips while I rolled my hips faster, feeling my orgasm start to build but pushing it back, wanting him to explode first.

"You like this tight pussy squeezing your cock, milking you?" I asked, pulling back from the kiss, my voice breathy and raw, my nails raking down his chest slow, leaving red trails that made him hiss. He nodded quick, groaning loud.

"It is tight as fuck, so wet, keep going, do...