Tang Fei was beyond coherent thought. The pleasure had transcended into something else entirely, something that felt like it was splitting her apart and putting her back together simultaneously. It was so acute it was agony. Her body was no longer her own, wracked by continuous, overlapping waves of sensation that felt like they were tearing her apart from the inside out.
The feeling of him moving inside her, the weight of him pressing her into the mattress, the overwhelming scent of sex and sweat and him, it was all too much. Her senses were overloaded, her nervous system firing on all cylinders, every nerve ending screaming.
She tried to tell him she needed a break, needed to breathe, needed to think, but no words would come. Her vision began to tunnel, dark spots dancing at the edge of her perception. The world began to fade, distant and dreamlike. The feeling of him moving inside her became the only reality, consuming everything else.
