"No, you mustn't… Please stop…"
Linda says this, but she wraps one arm around my neck and presses her cheek against me, while her other hand grips my cock and strokes it up and down. She even spreads her legs a little to make it easier for my hand to advance. That's basically an invitation to go further, isn't it?
My fingers move forward, reaching the hot groove between her folds, and touch the protruding nub. As I rub it with quick, short strokes—chok, chok—the foreskin peels back. At the same time, a sultry voice leaks from Linda's mouth.
"Ah… ah…"
I want to play with her clit more, but my other hand is supporting my body, so I'd like to lower my face. However, Linda is gripping my cock firmly with clear intent: I absolutely will not let go! She's probably expressing her determination that if I don't let go, you definitely can't put it inside!
