<strong>Isoke Naota<br/>Dorm B5<br/>Tagged: Anya</strong><br/><br/>Isoke sucked in a quaking breath to answer her question, the use of language made easier once the flames began to ebb away from his flesh taking their blissful warmth along with it.  What came out, however, was more of a moan than an affirmative reply as her swirling hips caused him to involuntarily arch into her yet again.  As she finally began to ride him, the intense pleasure caused more fits of spastic writhing for several moments as he tried desperately to get used to them.  His hips rocked on their own accord beneath Anya, bucking more often than not as his body thrust himself deeper into the intense heat of her tight pussy.  There was a mindlessness to it since it was all Isoke could do to try and maintain some measure of cognizant thought that only very slowly became easier to maintain.  All that there was in his world right then was him, Anya, and the literal fires of their passion.<br/><br/>Once again she cried out a warning of her pending climax and in the moment it reached her Isoke was once again bathed in flames.  Those wonderful flames.  Between the lack of activity of the summer, how amazing she felt, and that bizarre fire that brought him pleasure rather than pain, he could already feel his fortitude beginning to wane despite the extra endurance the fire had also given him.  The only reprieve he had was when the flames once again flickered away from him and back to his lover.  Isoke knew he could last a while longer at that pace, but all bets were off if she came again.  At least this fresh wave of ecstasy made the sensation of her riding his cock comparatively tolerable and was able to regain some measure of mental facilities.  "I don't think I'll, huhn, be able to last much longer if you do t-that again."