Astensia's rhythm grew frantic, her hips slamming down harder, chasing that breaking point. Her powerful thighs trembled violently around Lancet's waist as her inner walls fluttered and clenched wildly around his cock.
"I'm… I'm close too," Lancet announced with a groan. His hands tightened on her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust up again and again, fucking into her with plap, plap, plap echoing in the room.
"Astensia… fuck! I'm feeling it. I'm right there with you."
The pressure had been building unbearably in his core for minutes. Every tight, wet squeeze of her pussy, every wet slap of her ass against his thighs, every moan that fell from her lips pushed him closer to the edge.
His balls drew up tight, heavy with the need to release. His cock throbbed violently inside her, swelling even thicker as her velvet walls milked him relentlessly.
Astensia looked down at him, eyes glassy and desperate, blonde strands sticking to her sweat-dampened face.
