Give me what's mine," she demanded, voice husky and shaking. He felt she was close to another climax. Her fingers withdrew, but before he could do more than moan into the scant gap between their faces, she pressed her mouth down, thrust her tongue forward. He accepted it eagerly, and his hands squeezed hard on her hips. Pleasure overwhelmed him, and he emptied himself into Maestra's ass in the most intense orgasm he had ever known.

Kyle lost all sense of self. It wasn't a blackout, but he felt disembodied in the aftermath of his climax. He was not a person, just a collection of sensations that once belonged to a coherent being.Trembling thighs, shaking hands, ragged breath, twitching cock, balls pleasantly sore after the intensity of his eruption. Several long moments passed before the jumble slowly resolved back into consciousness. She lay next to him, caressing his chest and gingerly tracing the deep marks left by her nails.