Dessert (2)*
Clara didn't know how much time had passed since Gilas started eating her out. Time had seemingly lost all meaning as she reached her peak multiple times, her vision whiting out more with each successive orgasm that she experienced. All the while, Gilas seemed content to simply take her to heaven and back over and over again, his one hand having already begun to stroke himself while his mouth remained busy servicing her.
All in all, it was a cycle of perpetual pleasure, one that she never expected would happen at all that night.
"G-Gilas!"
She yelped out his name once more, her gasps and moans filling the air as she reached her peak yet again. Her body shivered and spasmed, her spine arching in pleasure as the contractions almost made her pass out with how intense they were. Having gotten rid of most of the pretenses she had to composure after what felt like her third orgasm, her throat was starting to turn hoarse from all the screaming.