Feeling his cock spasming deep within her, marveling at its seemingly unending rhythmic pulses, she felt her orgasm approaching, as one sees the fury of a hurricane rapidly approaching. She collapsed on to him, raised herself for a brief kiss, and then pushed herself upright again and began sliding up and down his rock hard cock. “Garlic”, she whispered, and all broke into laughter, instantly releasing all the tension that had been building in the room. Their orgasms coming so close together they were almost synchronized together, each pressed their body against the other as hard as they could, each of their bodies reached for the most contact possible with the other, arms wrapped around each other, her legs once again wrapped and pressing, holding him inside of her as her body continued to buck with her orgasmic storm. And as he continued to press, to fondle, to discover the miracle of her opening beneath the cloth, to trace it up and down, feeling the moister lightly soaking through, they each began louder and louder groans and moans.
