My knees remained planted securely on either side of her hips, pinning her lower body exactly where I wanted her.
I didn't rush. I sank my weight down just enough to let her feel the massive, unyielding reality of my position. My cock lay thick and heavy straight up the center of her belly, the swollen, flushed head resting right against her navel. The heat of her skin radiated upward, meeting the underside of my shaft.
Sherry was breathing heavily, every breath ragged and unsteady. Each inhale lifted her lower stomach, pressing it firmly against the rigid length of my cock. The slow, agonizing friction left a long, glistening trail of pre-cum across her skin that pooled in the shallow dip of her belly button. Her abdominal muscles fluttered in tight, involuntary tremors beneath me.
