I do my best work when the bitch against me lets me get into that head of hers, although with Erin, that's taking some more time than expected. Even being on top, you're not one to let those cracks in your facade show, and try and keep your brave face on. With you legs tightening and your hands fighting for my tits, it's almost a relief when I see your eyes widen as I move to out-fuck you in this position.
A soft moan escapes your lips, and I feel your legs unwrap from me almost instantly, which is a welcome relief as it also means I can begin to increase the pressure on my own gyrating above you, trying to grind you, not powerfully, but forcefully, into the mattress below.
You however plant your right foot down and thrust with your hip, all the while you grab the end of my hair, and you yank. It's unnecessary after all the pleasure I was about to course through you, and brings a groan from my lips. I manage to get one of my legs out behind me, meaning I can hold the roll on our sides, trapped evenly as we begin to pressure one another through our hips. Your hands go for my tits and out of sure stubbornness, I reach for yours, grabbing as much as I can, and twisting as I look to power-fuck my hips through yours, fighting a losing battle against the moaning and groaning of both pleasure and pain.