I began to move with her — slow, matching thrusts that met every roll of her hips so the upper side of my cock dragged firmly against her clit again and again.
Maya's head dropped forward until her forehead rested against my shoulder. Her muffled moans turned higher, more desperate, though she still tried to keep them small.
"…aah… nnnh… hah… aah… nnnh…!"
The pressure between her thighs grew almost frantic. She was grinding against me in short, urgent strokes now, chasing something she clearly didn't fully understand. Her panties were completely soaked; every movement produced a soft, wet schlick-schlick-schlick that filled the quiet night air.
My hand on her ass tightened, helping her keep the rhythm as her legs started to shake.
"That's it… just like that," I murmured against her hair. "You're getting so wet for me…"
"Sh-shut up… nnnh… don't talk… aah…!"
