Asian Parade

And then, abruptly, that condition reversed. She went almost
catatonic, rigid and unmoving — except for her hips. They ratcheted
rapidly, in short, mechanical strokes, her cunt fucking my hand to
the wrist in a way it had never moved on my cock. And while this
continued, she began to roll over, first onto her back, then onto
her side.
I was astonished at the quantity and quality and thickness
of her lubrication, to accomplish this movement. Her juices were
literally dripping down my arm. I eased my free hand under her ass
to move her so her legs were on the bed. Her face was drawn and
gaunt, thinner, her mouth open and lips parted and endless soft
babbling and moans were coming out of them. Her nipples were
inflated; that’s the only word for it. Usually her nipples made
nifty hard little spikes, but even her aureoles seemed to be
swollen and raised. I brushed my fingers over them, wonderingly, and
she groaned like a sleeping dreamer protesting the alarm clock.