Talking with Urell

Alex changed his patterns, keeping her on edge.

Sometimes he went fast and hard, his hips snapping against hers with a force that made her tremble.

Other times, he slowed down, drawing out each thrust with a deliberate, teasing rhythm that left her aching for more.

His hand slid up her back, wrapping around her damp hair.

He pulled it back slightly, the gentle tug sending a shiver down her spine as he continued drilling into her, his rod filling her completely.

Then his hands shifted, moving to her boobs.

He fondled them, his fingers squeezing and kneading as he used them for leverage, pounding into her with renewed vigor.

The added sensation pushed Syrla toward another peak.

Another orgasm hit her, this time so intense that she was too exhausted to even shout.

Her body went limp, the pleasure unbearable as it washed over her in relentless waves.

She sagged against the wall, her breaths shallow and ragged.