Within 15 minutes, Dana was plunging towards her fourth orgasm.
(Who was I to challenge HER?) - flashed through Dana’s mind.
Terri was magic incarnate. Her hands dealt out pleasure like if flowed from her fingers. With kisses and nips from that mouth, Dana’s breasts felt like they were about to cum. Terri was turning Dana into a super-sensitive receptical of pleasure. She spent and built, spent and built, spent and built - and on, Terri brought her.
Terri was playing Dana like maestro plays a Stradivarius.