He keeps her teetering right on that razor edge. Her words in his ears, her reactions around him, he goads them on with every motion while keeping her hanging in suspense.

His hand and cock are slick with her wetness and his own end is building, but he's more focused on her and her growing desperation.

A slight change in angle, a deeper press accompanied by a pinch to her clit between the pads of his fingertips and he rumbles low in her ear, "Come for me, Karen."