Sol didn't stop.
He fucked her straight through the rising peak, grinding the head of his cock against her deepest point on every stroke, forcing her body closer to the edge.
When the second orgasm finally hit, it tore through her with brutal intensity.
Veylara's back arched as much as the folded position allowed. A raw, full-throated cry ripped out of her as her pussy clamped down in hard, milking spasms… hot, silky, and so tight it felt like a living thing trying to suck the soul out of his cock.
Her whole body shook. Her inner walls contracted in desperate rhythmic waves, over and over, trying to pull him deeper, trying to keep him locked inside while the peak wrecked her.
The intensity of that grip almost ended him.
Her cunt was working his cock in strong living pulses, so perfect and greedy that Sol's vision went white at the edges for a second.
The urge to flood her right then was overwhelming.
He wanted to stay buried in those milking spasms forever.
