Miku felt as though she were drowning in a tide of sensation—waves of fire and bliss crashing over her in relentless succession.
Her body, once cautious, now moved entirely of its own accord.
Her hands gripped his broad shoulders and held on for dear life, her back arching, stomach tightening, and hips thrusting in perfect, instinctive harmony with the pleasure consuming her.
She was utterly lost, completely surrendered—helpless, exhilarated, and trembling with the intensity of it all.
The wet, lewd sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room—slaps of skin against skin, slick, rhythmic thrusts, desperate moans and gasps.
"Ahhhhhh!" Miku's voice rose higher with each wave, raw, ragged, unrestrained, as though the sound itself was a measure of her surrender.
Her multiple orgasms continued, unrelenting, her body pulsing with every clench, every squeeze, and every subtle motion of Ross's expert movements.
