Zebel could feel a difference in Keith, the harder thrusts and the quickening in pace, she knew for him and herself that the end was near. The pleasure was building like a tidal wave through her body as the increased pace was rocking her body. Her nails bit down into his flesh as she held on for dear life, she needed a ground as she rode over the waves of pleasure being sent through her body. Her breathing were loud breaths of moan, each cycled with his name. The muscles through her thighs tightened which edge the line of pain and pleasure, though still as enjoyable as he was making it.<br/><br/>In a matter of seconds after that quickening pace was set Zebel was losing it, falling over the side of desires cliff. Her nails cut deep into flesh, enough to draw a line of blood from him, her body was rippling with her pleasure as she felt her form seemingly fading to pure pleasure.  Bowing her back as the last ounce of her pleasure spilled from her body, a light dew of sweat covered her form as she looked up at Keith with a large enough smile for them both, though was followed with a small bit of laughter.