33. The Mouth
My back thudded against the bookcase as the warden insistently pressed into me, the length of my cock wedging upwards against the lower half of her stomach. Waves of pleasure rumbled through me as it flexed, the underside of my manhood pushing eagerly at the wonderful pressure of her body.

She released my shirt, seeming to be satisfied that I wasn’t going anywhere, and her hands slipped behind me and under my shirt, her tits mashing against me as she explored the muscles of my back with her warm fingers.

There was something to be said for wanting to be the one in control and ‘running the show’, but the way she’d practically pounced on me like a cat helped me appreciate the other side of the coin a bit more. It felt good, the way she’d fiercely taken control… how she made it clear in no uncertain terms that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I had to admit, that in this moment being the one on the receiving end of being ‘taken’ was just as hot as being the one doing the ‘takin
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