Mike saw the light in her eyes beginning to flicker with the sheer intensity of her overload, but he wasn't ready to let the fire die down; he wanted to turn it into an explosion. He decided to change the texture of the sensation entirely.
Instead of the frantic, jagged rhythm, he transitioned into a slow, heavy, and agonizingly deep pressure.
He hooked his fingers deep inside her, stretching her wide, while his large, calloused palm pressed with immense, crushing weight against her clitoris. He began to move in a slow, circular grinding motion, a heavy, rolling pressure that felt less like a caress and more like a tectonic shift.
It was a deep, visceral stimulation that seemed to vibrate through her very pelvis, hitting nerves she didn't even know existed.
"NNNNGGGHHH... MMMM... HHHH!" Sabrina's voice dropped from a scream to a low, vibrating moan of pure agony and ecstasy.
