Kassie continued to move on me. At some point, she lost control of herself and burrowed a dent into her own armor just as she pressed tighter.
I coughed but contained the blood in my mouth, knowing that if I spilled it she'd immediately come back to her senses and stop. So I swallowed it back down.
'Go back to where you came from, you party pooper.'
The copper taste lingered on my tongue. Worth it.
I held the curve of her ass, gripping it tight as she bounced on me, throwing her head back with a moan that sounded somewhere between ecstasy and desperation.
"So good, can't take it… anymore!" she cried.
But she was still moving.
She rode me like one would a stubborn stallion, her thighs clenching hard enough to drive fresh dents into the armor wrapping my body. She drifted her waist forward, consuming my dick inside of her with each roll of her hips. The tempo switched constantly — all according to her needs, naturally. My needs didn't factor into the equation.
