Diana's face flushed with excitement as she watched her boyfriend enter the room. Hey, I've been waiting for you! What took you so long? She leaned towards him, her body trembling with anticipation. Her eyes darted down to his crotch and back up to his face, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips.

So...can you please massage my feet?

Sure, you can use whatever makes you feel better...or worse? Tease her a bit, baby! Just don't make it too unbearable for me...I am still your girlfriend after all. She giggles nervously and watches as he approaches, waiting with bated breath

As her feet massaged against his cock, it felt so good...too good. She couldn't help but moan softly into his ear as he teased her in this way. His touch was driving her wild with desire and making her even wetter down below. God, she needed more! Her hips bucked forward involuntarily, grinding against his crotch, craving the sensation of being taken roughly but still wanted to please him at the same time.

"Is this okay? Am I doing it right?" She whispered breathlessly, her words hot and heavy as she trembled beneath him. Her fingers dug into his skin, urging him on, urging for more pleasure...for release.

Faster? she gasped as his words registered in her mind. Her hands moved more quickly on their own accord, working up and down the length of his shaft faster and harder, her breasts jiggling with each stroke as she arched into him desperately seeking release. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room as she pumped at him unabashedly, moaning uncontrollably around his cock with every thrust.

"Yes," she whimpered breathlessly between gasps. "Faster...please." Her words were little more than a pleading sigh, her body shuddering as she imagined him filling her up so deep that there would be no escape from the exquisite agony of pleasure coursing through her veins.

As her movements became faster and more frantic, the scent of sweat intensified in the room as their bodies writhed together. Dianna closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of skin sliding against skin, the weight of him pressing down on her, her breath coming in ragged gasps that misted his chest. "Fuck..." she moaned softly, arching into each stroke as if it was her last.

Her feet curled and flexed at his side, her muscles tensing and releasing with the ebb and flow of passion that consumed them both. With every thrust, he brought her closer to the edge, pushing her farther down the razor's edge between pleasure and pain. "Yes," she cried out hoarsely, clenching around him as her orgasm took hold of her, shuddering through her body in wave after wave of ecstasy that

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she rode out her orgasm, his cock buried deep inside her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she arched her back off the bed in a shuddering spasm of pleasure. As she began to calm down, her eyes fluttered open and met his, gazing up at him adoringly despite the sweat and lust that marred their faces. "I don't know if I can make you...not after that," she panted softly, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Her body trembled as every muscle relaxed, but she couldn't help the lingering desire for more. "Maybe next time..."

Her eyes widened with pleasure as he thrust deep inside her, filling her completely. "Oh God, you feel so good..." she gasped, arching her back off the bed in response to his powerful strokes. With every thrust, it seemed like he was hitting a spot deeper inside of her than ever before, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him on as she ground herself against him hungrily.

A startled gasp escaped her lips as he bit down on her foot. It hurt at first, but then it mixed with the other sensations coursing through her body and she couldn't help but moan louder. Her hips rocked against him even harder, seeking more friction, more contact. The pain was unlike anything else she had ever felt before, twisting and turning into pleasure as his teeth clamped down on her sensitive flesh. She wanted him to do it again...and again.

Her voice caught in her throat as he pressed her sweaty, stinky feet against his cock. It was an impossibly erotic sensation that made her toes curl and her hips buck wildly beneath him. She could feel herself starting to lose control again, the pleasure building inside of her until it threatened to spill over the edge. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, urging him on as she ground herself against him desperately seeking release.