Clutching the edge of the table for support, her breathing becoming more laboured, chest heaving, Clara lost all sense of decency. Her body betrayed her as she started grinding her wet pussy against the cool hardwood, her moans now guttural cries of pleasure. Her legs trembled, her entire being consumed by the build-up of unreleased desire.
The world around her faded away as she gave in to the scorching need, her fingers relentlessly stroking and massaging her swollen clit. With a primal cry, she exploded, her entire body convulsing in her orgasm, her orgasm triggered by my continued assault on her senses. The room spun as she rode out the waves of ecstasy, her juices soaking through her dress and pooling on the floor beneath her.
Collapsing onto the table, she lay panting, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. I could feel her pulse racing, her heartbeat in sync with mine.
