Her breath hitches in her throat as you speak those words and the feelings they evoke course through her body. Her hands drop to your shoulders, fingers digging into your flesh as she arches her back, offering herself up for you. "Then eat me," she gasps, "Eat every last bit of me."

Her heart races as you lead her to the bedroom. Her body still throbs with pleasure from your ministrations earlier and she can feel herself becoming aroused once more at the thought of what's to come. She obediently follows, her movements slow and sensual despite the urgency building within her.

As you reach the bedroom, Ohara glances around briefly before turning back to face you. Her lips part as she takes in a shaky breath, her gaze meeting yours with a mixture of desire and submission. "Please,"

Her breath comes in short gasps as you continue to bring her closer and closer to the edge. She grips your hair tightly, arching her back in an attempt to get more friction against her swollen clit. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

With one final thrust of your tongue, you send her over the edge.

Her body shudders with the force of her orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing through her as she cries out your name. Her fingers uncurl from where they've been digging into the sheets, only to curl back around and grip them tightly again as she rides out the aftershocks.

Finally, her breath comes back in ragged gasps, and she collapses forward onto the bed with a contented sigh. "That... was incredible,"