She dictates

"Almost there! Do it! FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME!"

She clung to you like her last hope, her thighs latching you firmly beneath her.

The bed began to rattle against the wall as you passed the point of no return.

"FUUUUUUCK!!"

The rattling reached a fever pitch as you flooded her clean shaven pussy with with torrents of your scalding seed.

The auburn matron collapsed onto your chest, trembling from her sexual exertion. A whiff of snowberries hung in the air, whipped up by her fiery locks.

You can't believe that this raging nympho and the dignified housewife you'd taken a fire bolt for were the same person. Yet as you embraced the sleep that crept up on you, that random part of your mind returned with another stupid observation.

Maybe there are snowberries in Sovngarde...