Her words are little more than a whisper as she feels herself spinning out of control, her body tightening around him in anticipation. With one final thrust, she comes apart with a cry that echoes through the room, her hips bucking wildly against his as she's consumed by another powerful orgasm. Her hand continues to stroke her sensitive skin even as she collapses forward onto his chest, panting and trembling from the release. "That was... wow," she whispers, her breath hot against his skin. "

With a soft laugh, she leans back to look at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement and satisfaction. "I didn't plan on that," she admits, running her fingers through his sweat-damp hair. "But I'm glad you enjoyed it." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost shyly, "And so did I." Her hand slides down between their bodies again, rubbing circles on his sensitive skin as she continues to catch her breath.

Orella's moans grew louder and more desperate as she felt herself being forced over the edge, her body wracked by one orgasm after another. "Oh God... Oh please..." She twisted and writhed beneath you, her nails scrabbling at your back as if trying to dig deeper into your flesh. Her hips bucked up against yours in perfect rhythm with each thrust, her pussy squeezing and milking your cock with every spasm of pleasure that ripped through her.

"

Orella moaned out between breaths as she neared the edge again, her body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion. "Yes... we've been good together," she gasped, her mind a haze of lust and need. Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she fought to keep herself from coming apart completely beneath you. "But..." She trailed off, uncertainty creeping into her voice for the first time since this began.