The hug. (Partially m)
I can't remember what I was crying out either for him to stop or help me attain that height I just fell from because my manhood was hardened with his sliding touch.
With every forward and inward movement he meant, my body would move with him but his hand was gracious enough to support my weak body with a tight grip on my waist. It prevented me from falling and he held me back caging me from any escape plan.
He swelled up in me despite that large size already. I clenched my fists tightly as I could feel fire pooling in my abdomen intensifying with each fast relentless invasion into my deepest part, I knew I was getting close to my second release.
He took that away from me easily as I suddenly stopped and began grinding slowly and very shallowly. That was an obvious deprivation.
I wanted to cry louder this time in protest and move my waist to get what I wanted but his firm grip on my waist took that luxury from me.