I knew when I found it, wrenching a moan out of her. With the target in sight, I worked her there, my cock head pounding against her pleasure center, while my thumb massaged her clit within its protective hood. I watched her reach out suddenly and grasp a wash cloth, pulling it into her mouth and biting down on it. I kept the same exact motion going, not wanting to break her rhythm, and watched in joy as she came for me hard. She cried out through the cloth she was biting, her eyes squeezed shut, and I eased up on her clit, but continued my assault on the top...