The long march

Picture us fucking slowly.


My cock teasing her with
long pumping, gyrating strokes.

"Faster " she says.
"No" I reply.
"FASTER" she insists.
"No..."


As the battle of wills continue,
she slips progressively into orgasm.
Still, I maintain the slow, gyrating pace.


Her eyes close as the orgasm engulfs her,
burning slowy through her body.

Now - I accelerate.
Her body stiffens, and her face contorts.
At last, she gets satisfaction,
as the full force of her simmering orgasm hits her.

In the afterglow, Thirty whispers
"Even after 15 years we've stil got a few surprises left, eh?"