I lay on her, the weight of my hips on her ass, moving slowly. I pushed in deep and dragged it out slowly, taking my time with her. The slow build. It was working. She was out of her mind now, eyes barely open, sighing and moaning, then sucking on my fingers. “Tell me what’s happening,” I whispered, bringing her back to the present. “You’re inside me,” she replied. “It feels so good.” “You need it, don’t you?” I asked, biting her earlobe. “So bad. It’s mine. It’s made for me,” she gasped. “Good girl,” I whispered as I continued to pump her.