Kristine's body trembled uncontrollably, the tension coiling in her belly wound impossibly tight. Her breath came in shallow gasps.
She could barely keep her balance as her hips continued to rise and fall, her thighs burning, her pussy quivering around the thick shaft that stretched her to the very brink.
"Ross…" she gasped again, barely able to form his name as the pressure inside her exploded into a maelstrom of sensation. "I—I'm… I'm going to—!"
And then it hit her.
The orgasm tore through her like a tidal wave—violent, overwhelming, and soul-wrenchingly intense. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth fell open in a silent scream, and her entire body locked up as she convulsed around his cock.
"Aaaaahhhhhh—!"
Her pussy clenched down hard, gripping Ross with spasmodic intensity. It milked him, squeezed him, worshipped him.
A flood of her cum gushed out around his thick girth, soaking both of them in a torrent of white-hot pleasure.
