She leaned heavily on my shoulder with her left hand as her head fell forwards onto my chest. I would have preferred to have still been able to watch ...er finger-fuck herself but I still got an indescribable thrill from holding her up (I’m sure she would have collapsed otherwise) and feeling her body vibrate as she continued to thrust her hand between her thighs.Much quicker than I expected, Julie lifted her head off my chest – a look of tortured passion on her face. Her hand a blur of motion. As she kissed him in his motel room, he was stricken with guilt. Of all the things he’d done, he couldn’t do this. And when he knocked on her door and she answered, he saw the pain on her face just of seeing him again- seeing him completely fallen apart. All he could get out was ‘I don’t know what to say.’ She let him in anyways. And now she shuddered under him, desperately wanting the pace faster, but let him do what he pleased. She knew he needed this. He pushed into her deep, lips sliding. Instead of pulling out, he pushes his finger in further. I smile to myself, this isn't typical protocol. I moan a little as his probes me with his finger feeling around. He adds another finger and I'm swaying back and forth and he finger fucks me. He presses down inside me and I have to bite my lip from yelling when he hits my prostate. "I could use more than a finger," I pant quietly. He says nothing but withdraws his fingers from me. I think I've fucked up and begin to turn to apologize.. She read his mind and began to caress her own tits as she moved up and down on his shaft. She circled her areolas with her fingers and began to pinch her nipples until they were erect and swollen. “You like that Lover?” she asked knowingly.She felt his arousal began to grow again in the deep recesses of her pussy. Her muscles grabbed him tighter as she began to pump him faster. She dropped her hands to the desk to lean over him as she continued to rock his body. Her tits swung back and forth.