Cleora and Raayani turned their heads, their eyes meeting over their shoulders. There was no competition left, only a shared, awe-struck wonder at the sensations he was wringing from them. They saw the same blissful agony reflected in each other's gaze.
"Come for me," Jolthar growled, his thrusts losing their perfect rhythm, becoming more urgent, more primal. "Together. Now."
It was Cleora who broke first, a raw, maternal cry tearing from her soul as her body seized, her channel milking his cock in frantic pulses. The sight and sound of her climax, combined with Jolthar's relentless pounding, tipped Raayani over the edge mere seconds later. Her orgasm was a silent, shuddering cataclysm, her entire body shaking as she ground back against him, her internal muscles gripping him like a fist.
