[a tough fight for her fingers. His jeans are a close fit and his cock so hard its straining. Those little whimpers are enough for him to give up all ideas of pacing himself. He uses his free hand to get his jeans down to mid thigh and - shit - grab his wallet before it's too late. It's tossed onto the bed next to her.]
Saya Santoso.
[It could be Namibian for all he knows. It's not Wallace.
action;
Saya Santoso.
[It could be Namibian for all he knows. It's not Wallace.
He gets his hands tucked under her hips.]
Bend your knees up, Saya Santoso.