"Ross! I'm—ahhh!" Nicole cried out, her body trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
This was nothing like the fleeting, shallow releases she had experienced alone—it was all-consuming, mind-shattering, and utterly overwhelming. Her fingers curled against the sheets, her body arching as she surrendered to the intensity of it all.
The sensation left her breathless, her heart pounding in her chest as she gasped for air. For a brief moment, she wanted to pause—to process everything, to let the aftershocks settle through her limbs. But Ross had no intention of stopping.
Pak!
Pak!
Pak!
The room was filled with the rhythmic sound of movement, a symphony of ragged breaths, soft moans, and the occasional sharp gasp. Ross wasn't slowing down—not even for a second.
He was relentless, driving her further and further past her limits, as if testing just how much pleasure her body could handle.
