Did the fat lady sing

Adam's fingers dug into Susan's hips as she rode him through his third orgasm, his cock twitching inside her with diminishing returns. The air smelled like sweat and spent lust, the sheets beneath them soaked through. "Fuck—" he gasped, his thighs trembling as she clenched around him deliberately, milking the last pathetic dribble from his oversensitive length. Susan grinned down at him, her own body still thrumming with aftershocks. "Empty already?" she teased, rolling her hips in a way that made his stomach muscles spasm weakly.

His groan was half protest, half exhausted surrender as she slid off him, his softening cock slapping against his stomach with a wet sound. Susan stretched, catlike, before straddling his face without preamble. "Your turn," she muttered, grinding down against his mouth. Adam's hands came up to grip her thighs as he licked into her with the same focus he'd used on the Zyxian security codes—relentless and thorough.

Susan's back arched as his tongue found that sweet spot just inside her, her fingers twisting in his hair hard enough to make his scalp burn. The orgasm ripped through her like a plasma blast, her thighs clamping around his head as she swore through clenched teeth. Adam didn't let up, licking and sucking until she was squirming, oversensitive and shaking.