Stefan knew that she was hot and uncomfortable, wanting him to send her to paradise as soon as possible. Her round hips wiggled to beg him.
"Oh, Stefan, you are torturing me."
"Yes. Good that you know. Because I don't like a liar. Oh, God."
The man was suffering himself but too stubborn to move.
Wirata felt like her body was about to break. It was in a state of distress. He wanted to torture her at the point. Wirata felt his hot shaft which was inside her only its head and it made her so unbearable with the stay still position. She squeezed him to release her tension and that made the man groaned out. Then Wirata knew she could make him suffer, too. She tightened her soft inner muscles in rhythms.
"Ohh, fuck! Wine...Ohh...Wine...Ahh...You are a teaser. Oh, God."
He yelled and groaned out more as she moved her hips and kept squeezing him more and more.
"Fuck! I can't bear it anymore."
