Pippa clawed at his back, gripped his hair, smacked his ass to get him to go faster. Her legs tightened around him and she used that leverage to buck and roll her hips in time with his motion.

"Fuck me," she panted. "Fuck me, Akeem. God, yes, please..."

She was close again already, the friction to delicious to resist, and she began to move with him, against him, seeking her own satisfaction.