Kerry's voice came in a definitely breathy tone, and she added a lie so very small, it was almost clear. "I just... I want your cock to relax, ..." She was almost baby-like in her words, but her body contradicted her—her hips were still moving slowly, recklessly in circles on me, her thighs were wet from her own excitement, and her short, eager breaths of air were visible.
I was not able to hold back the urge to fucking test her.
By an abrupt, sharp movement, I thrust my hips forward, my belly hitting hers with a loud slap and a sticky smear. Kerry became totally out of control and very breathless, let go of a strangled, broken "Aaaaha..... Dexter—!", right when Mitt was waking up from his side, his voice cutting the atmosphere as if it were a knife.
"Kerry..." he grumbled, half-asleep, his voice thick with irritation. "I have to go hunting tomorrow in the morning... I need to sleep... Don't make those disturbing noises... Let me sleep."
