My diary of dirty secrets
No crazy grinding,
purely controlled motion. Her hands press down upon my chest, holding me again.
She is on top, in control. "You will push when I tell you," she orders.
I obey, panting.
She lifts up, almost off, then back down solid. The squeeze follows—her pussy walls close around my base, squeezing in waves.
It's mechanical, programmed spasms. First the opening clutches, then further in,
rippling towards the end.
"Push now," she commands.