She can feel the build of an orgasm start, the build of heat that starts low in her stomach and swells throughout the folds of skin until she can feel the blood rush to her head. When he moves her again, she submits, but not without raking her nails up his arm, provoking him to be rougher; to bite harder.

Laura rolls her hips back again, faster, rocking her backside against his covered cock to torture him like he was doing to her and to selfishly force his hand, quite literally, into giving her what she wants.