Her hands scrambled for purchase against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his robe.
Her thighs shook violently around his hand, her hips stuttering forward as his thick fingers curled inside her, finding the tender, sensitive spot with a precision that made her vision blur.
'Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.'
The obscene, wet sounds of his fingers moving inside her body were mortifyingly loud in the intimate darkness of the bushes.
She pressed her face desperately into his chest, trying to smother the sounds escaping her own throat, her heavy boobs squashed flat against him and jiggling with every helpless, involuntary rock of her hips.
"Nngh~! H-Haaah~! Please—I can't—something is—" The warning came too late and far too fast. Her body had been starved of genuine pleasure for so long, and the chemical amplification made the climax inevitable, crashing over her like a wave she had no hope of swimming against.
The orgasm ripped through her without mercy.
