"Leonel…"
Aina spoke between panting breaths, only pulling away for small spurts to barely just get out the words she wanted to say.
"… it feels too good… I think I'm losing my mind…"
As the wholesomeness of the atmosphere faded, it was replaced by a burning heat that seemed to want to scorch her body.
Even so, Aina didn't feel like she was exaggerating. Whether or not Leonel's seed would put a baby in her was entirely dependent on her choice, and her mind was so foggy right now that she was another half inch from saying consequences be damned.
Leonel suddenly thrust deep inside her. He had learned to vary his strokes so well, building up her anticipation and reading her mood as though she was an open book.
