Before long she’s moaning his name on repeat, soft pleas breaking up the monotony of his name. His hands have stilled at her waist by this point, thumbs pressing firmly into her hip flexors, pinning her to the bed and preventing her from grinding against his face. She’s squirming under his hold, she’s so close. Her vision starts to blur as her thighs begin to clamp down around his face when he pulls away. Her orgasm quickly faded away and her pussy throbbed in protest. 