You beg

"Stop! I cant!" you plead, your vision becoming blurry.

"A lil' mo'!" She slurs, her heavy breathing interfering with her speech.

"Please Elly, let me-!”

"Don't stop!" She exclaims. She abruptly releases your arms and pulls you upright. Her arms desperately wrap around you squashing you against her body and burying your face in her breasts. Her grip on your hair becoming painful and her thighs pressing uncomfortably against your pelvis she clamps down on you with a final thrust. Finally you cum, driven to a great, shuddering climax. Every muscle in your body tenses, she writhes on top of you, your essence flooding her womb as you cum. Your cry muffled by her cleavage. Only then after assuring your defeat does Elly allow her insides to contract and spasm as she cums, roughly wringing your cock. spasm. Her strong grip compresses all the wind out of you. All you can smell, taste and feel, all you can hear, is Elly, her slick, salty sweat, her fruity scent, her pumping heart, her convulsions and gasps of ecstasy, her taut muscles enclosing you.

You stay upright like this for what felt like hours, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. You shiver together, grasping each other as if one of you might float away on this high, every contraction in her burning loins sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through you. She looks down at you, your ruby-red face nestles in her prominent cleavage, and you look up at her, unable to prevent your eyelids from fluttering with the intensity of the afterglow. Her hands find your hair again and delivers a long kiss, heavy and slow. Your mind blank, your aching body protesting, and she lowers you onto the surface of the table cradling you in her arms like one might a tired child.