His lips were on hers again and he grabbed her shoulder, rolling her on top of him. Clara sat up and he ran his hands up her hips to her waist. He gripped on and lifted her up. She thought he was going to pull himself all the way out and she let out a whimper, but right when his tip was the last piece of him left he let go and she slid back down his shaft. Clara moaned as he lifted her again. Each time she came down she could feel him stiffen. Soon he was rock hard again, but continued his slow assault. Clara felt herself tighten....