The wet, sliding sounds of her skin frictioning against my erection filled the small, humid balcony. The visual was purely explicit… her lying back on the cushions, completely naked and flushed from our previous rounds, using her gorgeous, slender feet to ruthlessly milk me while the storm raged outside.
"Oh, fuck… faster, Kim," I panted, my breathing turning shallow as the intense, focused pressure brought me right back to the absolute brink of total collapse. The built-up tension in my lower stomach was becoming a heavy, burning ache. "I'm getting close… I'm seriously going to blow."
"Then do it, Evan. Shoot it all over me," she whispered darkly, her eyes locking onto mine with an intense, burning hunger as she maxed out the speed of her strokes. Her feet were moving in a frantic, tight blur, the friction so intense it felt like pure fire wrapping around my skin. "Show me exactly how much you love me. Dump it all!"
