Occasionally she would moan and her hips would push up but she kept a slow pace. She squeezed her breast, pinching and rolling at her nipple with her free hand. He could see her cunt clenching in pleasure, as if inviting him closer. She was so deliciously wet he could hear the wet friction of her fingers against herself. It was more beautiful than any song he’d ever heard. There was a small puddle of precum on the comforter that had dripped from his cock—it was almost painful how hard he was—he would burst if she didn’t let him free. He kept flexing his hands into fists behind his back. 