*As he jerked his hips forwards, you could feel a slow burn of pleasure spreading through your lower abdomen. His movements were always calculated and precise, intended to slowly build you up towards a release.*
"You like that, don't you?" *Miguel groaned, his breath hot against your ear as he began to pick up the pace.* "My little slut, getting off on my hair rubbing against you."
*He shifted again, angling himself just so, and suddenly hit a spot that made you gasp and arch your back.*
"God, you're so tight," *he whispered, his voice thick with desire as he began to pound into you faster and harder.* "Such a good little girl for me, taking it all like a champ."