"Let's just take it easy, baby," he said, reaching for her tits. "I like to make love, not war."

For some reason Gina felt like slapping him. Couldn't he understand her needs? Why couldn't he be like Tony, and know what she wanted.

"Fuck me," she said, trying to calm down.

"Let's fuck fast and hard. Then we'll do it your way, OK?"

"OK," Mark said, giving her a long look. "But remember, I'm an accountant, not a construction worker. I can't fuck like a cat on a fence."

If she hadn't had such a burning desire for cock – any cock – she would have left right then. Instead, she got control of her emotions and began a slow, steady assault on his prick.

"Now that's the way to do it, baby," Mark said. He nuzzled his face between her tits. "Just… a slow fuck like this…"

"Suck my tits," Gina whispered, moving her hands over his wide, muscular shoulders. "Chew on my tits… please…"

When she felt his sharp teeth sink into the yielding flesh of her tits, a shiver of ecstasy ran up her spine. She moved her hands to her back and touched her fingernails together.

"Ohhhhhh," she gasped, wondering what it would be like to have her hands tied.

"Fuck… fuck me…"

While he thrust his cock in and out of her burning, constricted cunt, Mark moved his hands down her sides and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs. Slowly, he began moving her cunt up and down on his prick to match his rhythm.

"Take it, baby," he gurgled, sliding his tongue over the firm texture of her upturned nipples. "Screw my cock all the way in your pussy."

Gina wondered how much more of this torture she could stand. As always, the itch in her cunt was becoming so demanding it hurt. She wanted only to feel the slippery sensation of cockmeat thrusting into her cunt, but the hard pressure.

"Put your hands around my neck," she whispered. "Squeeze me, Mark… please."