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</a><br/>Nalia<br/>Anger room<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="3012" data-username="@Norden" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3012/">@Norden</a><br/><br/>In a normal circumstance, it would be at this point that her eyes would close, closing off her other senses to focus and relish in the pure bliss of his touch. But this wasn’t normal. She couldn’t close them. It was as if her eyes were glued to his, but it didn’t detract from the pleasure. Rather, it added to it. His focus, his determination, his eyes said more than any spoken word could and they alone could send her into oblivion.<br/><br/>She certainly seemed to be on the edge of such as his fingers, his tongue, his lips, everything working in tandem only ignited the fire within her further. Her gasps did indeed turn into moans. They filled the room and echoed around them. So entrenched in lewd pleasures, she couldn’t even feel the pool that had been collecting at her bottom, feeling only the heat instead of his breath and his hands, adding to her own heat little by little by little.<br/><br/>It eventually became too much to bear. Nalia was teetering. Her moans became louder as her hips began to buck against him, trying hard not to make it difficult for him, but unable to stop it. She was close. So close. Her walls would clench around his fingers, tighter and tighter, as she was leaning into what would cast her off into a mental, emotional, physical frenzy of total ecstasy.<br/><br/>Until finally, with one last moan, louder than the rest and lasting longer, an orgasm washed over in a crashing wave, hitting her with an intense force. She couldn’t hold his gaze any longer as she threw her head back, her back arching, toes curling, hands squeezing the pillows near where they rested, her whole body tensing, walls spasming around his penetrating fingers. She was seeing stars and could no longer breathe with any semblance of a consistent rhythm. All that happened next was her body finally falling back into place, no longer tense but something closer resembling a rag doll. “H-Holy shit.” Was all she could manage to say through ragged breaths and just lied there.