The orgasm didn't stop—it stretched on, wave after wave, each one more intense than the last.
Her hips began to move faster, pounding down, grinding up, following the natural rhythm of her body rather than thought.
She could feel herself stretching, filling, and adjusting to his sheer size, the once-painful intrusion now matched with unimaginable ecstasy.
Her chest heaved, her moans echoing through the room, her back arching in perfect, chaotic rhythm.
Every movement pushed her closer to the edge again and again, each wave of pleasure hitting harder, more intense than the one before.
Laura had lost herself completely. She was a woman transformed by the overwhelming fullness, the raw lust, the electrifying sensation of finally taking Ross inside her completely.
Pain and pleasure merged into one, and in that union, she found herself soaring higher than ever before.
