Irene was still panting, her cheek pressed against Kaiser's muscular and sweaty shoulder, her own body trembling from the last shivers of orgasm. A heavy, moist heat pulsed between her thighs, her intimate muscles still clenched and contracted around him, hypersensitive, almost painful.
Kaiser didn't give her time to catch her breath. With a brutal movement, he withdrew halfway, flesh sliding over flesh, then thrust back in with a sharp, deep stroke, all the way to the hilt.
"Aaaah! Hnnng… W-wait!" she moaned, her voice hoarse and broken. Her blue-green eyes, misty, widened. "I just came, it's too sensitive!" Her hands, with nails painted pink, gripped Kaiser's knotted forearms as if to push him away, but she lacked the strength, and her nails instead dug into his pale skin, leaving thin red streaks.
