Tessa's hips picked up speed, rocking back and forth like she'd found the perfect groove. She timed it just right, sinking my dick deeper inside her with every move.
"Nothing beats this," I said, grinning.
"You talk too damn much, you freak!" she shot back, her voice rough but playful.
Creak. Creak. Creak. The bed groaned under us. Her breathing got heavier, her hips pumping faster. It was still slow by my standards—way slower than I'd go—but for Tessa, it was hitting the spot. I could feel her tightening around me, gripping me harder with every thrust.
"Ahhh… ugh…" she whimpered, her voice turning dirty and loud. She tried to speed up even more, but she was hitting her limit.
Squeak. Squeak.
"Ah!!" Tessa let out a sharp moan and flinched, her whole body trembling. It wasn't a huge shake, but she'd definitely peaked—her climax washing over her.
"Huh… haa…" She sucked in deep breaths, riding the high. My dick stayed buried inside her, still hard, still ready.
Squeak.
