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.