Rachel's hips bucked against his, her hands clawing at his back, her legs locking around him as if she never wanted to let go.
The room seemed to spin around her, the world narrowing to nothing but the two of them and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, crashing over her with a force that left her gasping for air.
Her pussy clenched and pulsed around Ross's cock, milking him with a rhythm that was almost primal.
Waves of pleasure radiated outward from her core, rippling through her body like shockwaves from an earthquake.
Each contraction was more intense than the last, her muscles tightening and releasing in a relentless cycle that left her trembling and weak.
Her vision blurred, her head spinning as the sheer intensity of her climax threatened to overwhelm her.
"Ross… oh God, Ross…" she moaned, her voice a broken whisper as she clung to him, her nails digging into his skin.