It had been almost half an hour since Analisa's first orgasm, and she hadn't stopped cumming even once since then. Her body refused to calm down, trembling and clenching as if mocking her own attempts to hold herself together.
Now she was bent forward, arms yanked back and pinned in Cassian's grip, her body forced into position with every hard thrust driving into her from behind. Her heavy breasts swung beneath her, smacking her chest with each slam of his hips. Sweat traced lines down their swollen curves, highlighting the deep navel glistening across her stretched stomach.
Her belly pulled taut from arching so far back, even stretched her full flesh, streaked with sweat, making her look even more obscene than before. Grey hair clung to her neck and back, strands plastered to her flushed face. She could barely breathe without another grunt breaking free, each caught between shame and the raw heat tearing through her body.
