Her muscles clench and release around your softening length, milking the last drops of pleasure from you as she gasps for breath. Her cheeks flush with color, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. She lets out a contented sigh before speaking. "That... was most enjoyable." She pauses, considering the offer. "I suppose I could use another round..."

Her words come out breathy and raspy as she watches your lips and tongue work on her folds. "Ah... yes," she groans, her hips lifting off the bed slightly to give you better access. Her fingers rake through your hair, guiding your movements even as she moans with pleasure.

The sensation is overwhelming, like a tidal wave of heat and pressure crashing down on her, leaving her limp and sated but craving more.