Filia kept riding me, her hips rolling with a slow, heavy rhythm that somehow made everything even more intense than when I was the one thrusting earlier. The weight of her body came down on me again and again, her pussy gripping around my cock like it didn't want to let go, like it was trying to squeeze out every last drop from me even before I was ready to give it.
Her breath was shaky, hot, and dripping with need as she leaned forward, her palms resting lightly on my stomach while she bounced on me. Every time her hips descended, her ass jiggled slightly, her thighs trembling just a little as if she was fighting through waves of pleasure that were threatening to collapse her legs.
And goodness, the feeling—her warmth swallowing me whole, squeezing around the base, tightening every time she sank deeper—made my mind go blank in the best, absolutely fucked-up way.
