Each tiny moan, every quiver that wracked her body was fuelled by urges that overpowered any sense of thought the woman usually had. Not that she had much to begin with. Her hands found their way to his hips and they feverishly clawed at his pants, literally ripping a hole into them. She murmured incomprehensibly into his ear as she tried to tug his pants down already grinding herself against his erect cock as it sprang forth (LIKE A MIGHTY STEED) from the hole in his pants. She needed this, she yearned for this. Anything to take this away from her would be considered a version of absolute teasing torture. “Please….” Eteri whined finally as her hand gripped his dick, shifting up and down it in a slow rhythm.

He paused for a moment as she tore his pants open. The begging had been wonderful to hear, and a dark smirk stretched his lips for a moment. “Oh yes. Just keep begging for it, honey.”

Eteri didn’t seem too pleased by this new turn of events, she attempted to straddle him, guiding him into her but Nevin held her away. Just far enough that she’d be able to feel his tip prod at her. “Nevinnnnn….” She whined, trying to overpower him in a futile effort. “Not fair!” She squirmed, becoming more than a handful for his muscular arms. One hand still attempted to guide him into her and the other dug into the mid of his back, her claws breaking his skin.

It quickly became apparent what kind of person Eteri was in the bedroom, she was practically a weak, trembling putty in Nevin’s grip.