This time, it obviously went a lot smoother.
But still, she'd never felt this full before.
The fierce thrusting still brought a bit of tearing pain.
Thankfully, Dirk Carter was very experienced in this area.
Under his patient "work," Noelle Meyer's initial pain started to fade bit by bit, replaced by surging waves of pleasure, one crest after another.
Later on.
She let go of her reserve too.
Once again turning the whole room into a springtime fantasy.
She'd already lost count of how many times she'd hit the peak.
Finally, with a low growl from Dirk, she felt like she'd ascended to heaven; using Faye Ullman's words from just now, it really did feel like dying once and coming back…
Two rounds of battle ended.
The two women lay there spent and sprawled.
Each of them took about half an hour to catch their breath.
Only then did they wake up from the overwhelming tide of pleasure.
All that talk of lecherous bastards and filthy scumbags—none of it existed anymore.
