And What If I Was?

Her response was a loud moan when he half pulled out to resume thrusting. He kept it up - the movement becoming rougher, faster, deeper - until she could barely stand.

It was hard enough to breathe, but holding onto the wall seemed impossible. As if it wasn't enough, the last bit of her sanity vanished when he started pounding harder.

"Fuck... fuck!". Her back arched and her knees began to let out. But Drake wasn't having any of it, both his hands gripped her hips in support. "I can't... I can't take anymore!". She pleaded in a whisper nearly reaching her climax. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, but he seemed to pull out at those words.

"Punishment time". A dirty grin formed on his lips as he spun her to face him.

Diane fell to lean to his chest but he roughly pushed her back to the wall. His right hand moved to raise the leg ahead of it. "One leg this time". His emerald eyes gleamed with levity as he lifted her leg.