"'I know,'" he said.
"'They're slapping my CHEST — every time you — they keep—'"
PAH!
"'HNNGH~♡♡—'"
He reached under her.
His hand finding the front of her — the specific, relentless pressure of fingers against the place that had been building for the last forty minutes without direct attention, the accumulated heat of it receiving the specific, targeted stimulation.
"'NO — NO NOT AGAIN — I can't — I already — three times I already—'"
"'Gia.'"
"'DON'T — DON'T say my name while you're—'"
PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"'AAAANNGHHHH~♡♡♡~~~!!!'"
The squirt hit the pool surface.
Her arms gave out. Her face met the ground, cheek to earth, her body still kneeling, his cock still inside her, her boobs pressed against the cool earth with the specific, full, flattened contact of flesh under gravity. Her nipples, against the ground. The specific, immediate sensation of cold earth against heat.
She made a sound that was not a word and continued for approximately four seconds.
