Aylin's supple cheeks cut off Caius's air supply and also forced him to change the position of his hands but he was in heaven. He grabbed her thighs instead, letting his fingers sink deep into her flesh as he kept his tongue delving deep into her snatch and licking every nook and cranny of her insides.
Aylin's inner muscles wrapped around him with even more intensity. In the throes of organic intensity, the control of her muscles was back to being involuntary, meaning that the strength that had been so far inaccessible to her consciousness was now being enacted.
After her proclaiming of orgasm which had been preceded by her cursing Caius out, Aylin kept on groaning but all she could produce were incoherent sounds. Actual words were beyond her for the moment. She shook so much that she couldn't just stay as she was and began to fall backward.
