The connection between her anus and her vagina Pure, unadulterated pleasure bridged the connection between her anus and her vagina. by pure, unadulterated pleasure. Every time his finger pushed deep into her backside, a fresh wave of electricity slammed into her clitoris.
She wasn't just coming; she was erupting. Her pussy began to leak a thick, constant stream of arousal, the fluid dripping onto the pavement beneath her in a rhythmic patter.
"Oh god! Oh god, Mike!" she wailed, her voice breaking into a series of high-pitched, desperate moans.
She was caught in a feedback loop of sensation: the stretching ache of her anus feeding the frantic, pulsing need of her pussy.
She was losing all control. Her body was no longer hers; it was a machine of pleasure, driven by the man behind her. She was coming nonstop, her entire frame vibrating with the intensity of the climaxes that seemed to arrive one after another, each one more violent than the last.
