nōnāgintā   quīnque

"When will you be appeased?"

He tried to make his worries shown on his face but he wasn't so skilled at it. The lady wasn't even interested. She had her own tricks and had made him her own toy. He could be tossed wherever she wanted.

He was browsing his consciousness on how he could possibly call the fellow in. Calling him in would give the whole odds a new focus and he would be able to set his own standards of course.

She wasn't looking at him at the moment. The question he had asked seemed as though twas tossed into the air and the apt atmosphere was the one to make meaning of it.

Yet she was riding him and doing it mercilessly. It seemed to give her more joy. He wanted to plead with her but he didn't know if she really needed it. She didn't demand for it.

She began to twerk over him. And he could feel the pleasure in its peak. Orgasm was very close and he could feel his erection wanting to break.