She pushed at him to trade places, and he let her. He sank back on the bed, and she climbed over him. He ripped the jersey off her so he could watch her glorious breasts bounce as she rode his cock. She sank down, and he groaned. Usually, she was shy and timid, but not this morning. She felt the same desperate fear he did. The what-if scenarios were suffocating. She moved with fury. Her walls clamped around him like a vice. He wasn’t going to last long like this. And by the sounds and feel of her, neither was she. 