Clara's inner muscles contract around me, a tangible response to her impending climax. Her cries echo, raw and unfiltered, reverberating with the sheer ecstasy she's experiencing. In this moment, she surrenders herself wholly to the intoxicating pleasure that courses through her.
The intensity of the encounter becomes an irresistible, almost forbidden thrill, a sensation so consuming that the notion of withdrawing from it is inconceivable. I willingly plunge further into this whirlwind of sensation, allowing myself to be enveloped by the whirlwind of desire.
I hold her firmly against me, my grip ensuring that she remains impaled on my throbbing length, every movement an indulgence in the uninhibited connection we share.
As I thrust into her, my hips moving in harmony with the rhythm of our desires, I can feel her drenched heat enveloping me, aching to be filled with the culmination of our passion.
