"It's not you. You're fantastic, the best girl I've had in... Hell, in my whole life! You're great, and you're trying so hard to please me. It's no... you, it's me." As this cliché slipped out, I inwardly cursed myself for being so chicken-shit. But I still wasn't ready to admit what the real problem was.She looked back up at me, her hair wild, her eyes filled with tears, and I couldn't help loving her, her petite form which made me feel strong, her soft yielding flesh which I could feel. My hands are squeezing the phallic spindle tightly as if it’s a penis that I’m trying to make climax. Sensations roll from my core to all the parts of my body. I feel your body pressed tightly and hear a deep groan. Your last thrusts are long and deep. My body tensing and squeezing your penis inside me, holding you there, not wanting you to part from me. Your body pressing down against my back, your head on my shoulders and your stomach against my lower back. I collapse down onto the mattress. ..im just moving my hips and ass so sensually, and at the same time looking around to see if people were looking and wanted to see if there was someone I liked to dance with and maybe eventually fuck... my pussy was getting so wet... I was afraid that my pussy juice would start flowing down from my panties to my inner thigh... but I didn't care, I kept going... one guy approached me from behind and starts dancing with me, and I go along with it... grinding my ass around his crotch... and he is. You wont do that this morning will you?" She flipped off the covers and spread her legs wide and then pulling him by his shaft to her already damp womanhood."I promise." he said meekly as he positioned himself between her legs. His arms were locked out straight and he could just barely make her out in the darkness."Good. Now don't move. At all! If you move; we stop and you'll have to wait some more." Before he could respond she started rubbing her clit with his cock. Up and down. Circling..