The way she squeezed him was so hard and rhythmic that his own control nearly shattered, but he used the last bit of his strong will power he had cultivated while masturbating in his last life to stop it.
He gritted his teeth and rode it out, grinding deep but not thrusting, just letting her orgasm work his cock while he hugged her shaking body and felt every single spasm.
Feeling those spasms, he couldn't help move and fucked her through the tail end of it with shorter harder strokes until she was left panting and trembling against the moss, pussy still twitching around him.
Only when the worst of the contractions started to ease… when the milking grips turned into softer aftershocks… did he finally relax again, as the last ripples fluttered around his cock.
He stayed buried to the hilt, hips locked tight against her ass, and simply held her.
One arm stayed wrapped hard around her boobs, keeping her back pressed to his chest even while she was still bent over the mossy stone.
