It was true; she did do all of the work just now, and as good as it felt to have her tits wrapped around his cock while she sucked every last drop of cum out of him, she wouldn't be Medusa wouldn't making him work for the rest. Every nerve ending of his cock was on fire with sensitivity, he needed more, and he needed it now.

As he turned the corner, he finally began to hear her. In his frustration and anxiety, he could barely hear her before, but now it was loud and clear. Practically running, he takes off, his hand reaching out for the doorknob as soon as he sees it.

He slammed the door open, but what he saw made him pause. "Couldn't wait?" he asked, slowly making his way towards her, like a cat stalking its prey.