She finally moves, rolling her hips to grind herself over my hard cock. The weight of her, the friction against me, not through the shield of a glamor, is nearly enough to have me coming right here and now. But as soon as she starts, she stops. “So be it.” She starts to rise. I tighten my grip on her hips and slam her back down onto me. “I don’t want you to stop. Even if you hate me.”
