Rolling around on the bed
From Torg Adventure
As she lunged, I shifted the envelope around into my other hand so it was behind her back as she moved. We collapsed on the bed in a pile, her breath hot on my neck, her massive, milk-laden tits smashing against my chest. Her lean thighs were straddling my muscular right thigh; I could feel the heat of her sex through her shorts and there was no way she couldn't feel the semi-hard rod in my shorts.
The breath on my neck made it twitch heavily, almost rolling under her.
"Give me those pictures!" she hissed against my neck.
"No way! You were a fox! I want to see what else is in here!" I said, teasing. I thought I was teasing, and I really did say it just to give her some shit, but the thought of leafing through and seeing more pictures of this copper-maned goddess spread for the world to see made me even harder.
Mom squirmed in my arms, trying to get into a position where she could get to the pictures, but every time she moved, I moved the envelope.
"Damnit!" she said in exasperation after a few minutes of wrestling. Eventually I was on top of her and had her pinned to her bed, my feet locking her legs down, my hands on her wrists. "What's it going to take to get that envelope?" she asked, blowing a long lock of her hair out of the way.
What's it going to be?
