Rarely has Fritzie ever allowed herself to relax during sex, to remain almost completely passive, to truly be fucked. But Herman's large, elegant hands around her waist are so compelling, his grip simultaneously firm and yielding, that the thought of rejecting this in favor of roughly asserting herself over him never so much as hints at crossing her mind.

Far from sedentary though, his musical moan drives her to continue squeezing around him with every thrust. As he pushes further inside her, this results in his shaft sliding repeatedly against sensitive areas of her clutching, rippling flesh, until her thighs are shaking and she's gasping heavily into his mouth. Her leg moves higher up around his hip, her foot climbing up to the small of his back, to improve the angle, until it's so intense her fingers convulsively grab at the skin of his shoulders.

Needing to feel the rough sensation of her nipples dragging across his chest as he rocks rhythmically over her, she arches her back sharply with a throaty, "Ja!"