[As he moves, and keeps moving, she starts becoming accustomed to the constant intense friction, the feeling of being hollowed out and then suddenly filled again all in a rush. It takes her a while to get any air because she's gasping and panting in uneven fits and starts, like her body has straight-up forgotten how to inhale.]

[She's clinging to him for dear life, fingers digging into the skin of his back. Admittedly, it takes her a moment to realize how he's moving her hips because she is so intensely focused on what is going on in other areas. But fortunately, her hips seem to be picking up what her brain is missing, rocking into him in desperate search of more of what he's giving her.]




[All of this feels very good, but at a certain point, at a certain angle, it suddenly starts feeling VERY good, like someone just hit the "loud" button on all her physical sensations. She arches her back. Her toes curl. She lets out a pleading whimper, wordlessly begging for more.]