I draw back on my knee to hopefully make things slightly easier for him, at the same time tilting to allow him better access to my neck. I can't help but wonder how many rosaries he's going to burn through after this. A single sign of the cross doesn't really seem sufficient. Then again, what do I know about Catholicism other than how to pleasure a Priest?

Moaning when he pushes in further, I bite my bottom lip, back arching slightly and reveling in the feeling. Locking eyes with him, every sensation only seems to intensify. I pant against his lips, breaths paired with each new thrust of his hips, changing with his rhythm.