#goldcanrust

Who did that, hips shifting, caught between wanting to lift into the heat that was slowly melting her sanity away, and moving away as the orgasm drew closer and closer. Clients didn't get that, but he was adamant despite the three times she'd faked it, nails digging into his scalp when he shifted his attention to her clit to suck.

No, no, no, she twisted trying to get loose, but his fingers bit into her hips, feeling the slick pressure ungulate against her labia as he sucked on her clit like a sweet he was intent on enjoying. She might have managed to forestall what he considered the inevitable if not for the way the hand on her stomach flexed, trying to pull her closer despite the fact she ached with the grind of his jaw against her skin.

Another failed attempt to lie, rocking into his mouth as she moaned shamelessly, tugged so hard at his hair it hurt her fingers. But he only hummed and kept going, ignoring the desperate grind of her heels into his shoulders as she tried to get away from him. Another, feeling the orgasm insidious and wicked, writhing inside her desperate to escape the cage she'd trapped it in.

"God god, who are you?'