As he kept pinching my nipples and squeezing my boobs here and there at a certain pace, his thrust matched it. “Henry!” I moan loudly, unable to not say his first name, something I don’t really do because he’s not okay with it. Then it started. “There won’t be a next time. I’m sorry. My body wanted it, I didn’t. I grab his ass to push him forward. I’m sorry for what I did. Maybe next time I can ride this big—”
He grabbed my hand and looked me straight in the eyes with a coldness that I never knew he had, “‘next time?'” He had a look of disbelief in his eyes as he shoved my hand away. “How? Stop! My body wanted it, I didn’t. “I can’t handle it,” I whimper, moving his hand on my pussy the slightest bit to make my point. Henry helps me sit up on the desk, my legs still wrapped around his torso. So hard…. They wonder down my arms, rubbing them gently
