Lia came with a shout that cracked halfway, her arms giving way so that her face went down on the quilt.
Her body clamped on him and shook.
She ground back against him through every wave, with her hips rolling in short, hard jolts, until the last of it left her and she sagged.
He held her up by the hips until she was breathing again.
The residual wetness from both of them ran down his thighs. He stayed buried in her, still hard, and felt the aftershocks pulse around him.
She stayed where she was afterward, folded over with her ass in the air and her thighs trembling.
Lor was still inside her, still hard. She clenched around him once by accident and he groaned, and she laughed breathlessly into the quilt.
Sophia's fingers were still laced through hers. She squeezed. Lia squeezed back and turned her head, and the two of them looked at each other from inches apart, flushed and wrecked and grinning with the same stupid delight.
