" Come outta mi p#ssy nuh dutty boi " I yelled in my failed attempt of a demand. however, he ignored me continuing to raid my lower garden with rhythmical thrusts forcing my eyes to cartwheel behind my eyelids. A moaning mess I was to a point where I didn't notice I'd stopped refusing his gestures of pleasure, but instead smoothly wrapped my legs around his lower half so he could have easier access to my divine. His low pants became deep toned grunts aimed below my left ear, hearing this I was motivated to squeeezeee down on his shaft before it could slip out again forcing him to explode inside as I gushed juices unfamiliar to me. He laid a top me for mere seconds then got back on his elbows shifting my undergarments aside for round 2 in missionary....