Elara's tongue continued its relentless assault, her entire focus centered on bringing Jean to orgasm. She could feel the electricity in the air, the intensity of the moment wrapping around them like a cocoon of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Suddenly, Jean's body went rigid, her back arching off the bed as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her hips thrusted wildly against Elara's face, her juices flowing freely as she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure.
The sight of Jean's orgasm pushed Elara over the edge, her own climax surging through her like a bolt of lightning. She screamed into Jean's pussy, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy radiated through her.
Cruzer grunted, his own release imminent. He increased his pace, driving into Elara with wild abandon, his cock throbbing with the need to spill his seed. "I'm cumming," he roared, his voice echoing through the room.
