94 - Hazz

Nothing could be time-consuming, no matter how much she liked it. To my credit, I was always willing to surprise her with my stubbornness, so I took even longer. I heard the mattress moaning when Jessy planted her feet on it, slightly raising her hip, seeking any friction between our skins, trying to rub herself. Even if she was able to give some shakes that stirred my already hard cock, I prevented her from continuing to move, practically trapping her in bed, my cock rubbing against her groin.

I had the impression that Jessy did not always realize that I was much bigger than her, even if her voluminous body gave her some hope of being more than thirty centimeters smaller than me. There was still the fact that my bones were naturally large, that riding a bicycle for years strengthened my thighs, and that my arms were not thin at all after years of working in the garden. She was still too small for me, too easy to be contained, and it was in those rare moments when I put myself on her