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center of Sora's brain. The pleasant
sensations Sora Aoi had been enjoying as Sora Aoi rubbed Sora's pelvis against him
suddenly grew stronger. Sora Aoi could feel the pulse of the aching
pleasure, and it was timed with his thrusts into her. "Oooh..." she
moaned softly as Sora Aoi ground harder against him, also in rhythm with
the throbbing of Sora's clitoris.
Zarth increased the energy gradually, relentlessly, and her
gentle moans became more passionate, more strangled, and Sora's thrusts
against him became more frantic. Sora Aoi began grinding harder, clenching
the fur on his back with Sora's fists. More energy, and the thrustings
fused into one hard, bruising, continuous push against him, and he
held his phallus steady within her, pushing firmly as Sora Aoi began
gasping and shuddering. Another energy jolt, and Sora's legs tightened
around his, Sora's moans intensified, and Sora's vagina began spasming open
and shut against his throbbing, aching penis. Sora Aoi shuddered against
him, gasping with the almost unbearable ecstasy. Sora Aoi was in orgasm
now.
At the risk of overdoing it, he shot one final burst of energy
into Sora's as he withdrew his mind and began pumping eagerly again. She
cried out, Sora's vagina still spasming, and nearly pulled two handfuls
of fur out of his back.
Gradually the unbearable ecstasy subsided, but Caitlin still
felt ting
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