"Come again," he ordered against her breast, voice rough. "I want to feel it."
Kira's answer was a raw, wordless cry as her second orgasm crashed over her even stronger than the first.
Her whole body locked rigid. Her cunt seized around his cock in hard, milking spasms that pulled at every inch of him, trying to suck him deeper.
Another hot and abundant rush of wetness flooded out of her, soaking his cock, his balls, the furs beneath them.
Sol gritted his teeth and fucked her through every wave, shorter and meaner now, staying buried deep so he could feel every living contraction clamp and release around him.
The wet, filthy sounds of their joining filled the entire chamber… skin on skin, the continuous slick slide of his cock through her flooded pussy, Kira's broken cries, his own low, guttural groans.
Sweat dripped from his chest onto hers. The scent of sex was thick and intoxicating in the warm morning air.
Still he didn't stop.
