I held Ruth by the waist, my cock already pulsating, the head sticky with pre-cum. Filthy thoughts had raced through my mind, and the next thing I knew was that I had rubbed Ruth's swollen clit with the thick crown of it. She gasped loudly as her back lifted off the rock table. "Aaah…!"
"You kind of like that, don't you, Ruth?" "Fuck," I growled, my voice low and guttural as I rubbed my cock over her wetness, fucking teasing her tight pussy.
The words tumbled from my mouth before I could think — contemporary, dirty, unabashed — but the way Ruth's body responded said it all. "Do you like the way my big cock feels right here, all nice and hard and ready to split you open, fill you up?"
Fuck. For a moment, I'd even forgotten that I was not in the modern world any longer. But the little hitch in Ruth's breathing, and her own eager thrusts to meet my strokes, let me know that she didn't care. She was dripping for it.
