<div style="text-align: justify;">Oena  bounced upward each time their hip met and her breathing was becoming increasingly fast and shallow. She was working herself up toward another orgasm and, as always, she loved the feeling of Vanyel deep inside her. It had taken her some time to gather the confidence to let him know what she wanted, what felt good, just like she had done now taking his hands and placing them onto her breasts. After years together, however, Oena had no secrets for Vanyel. If she wanted something, she told him or let him know as she had done.<br/><br/>She leaned forward, placing her hands on each side of him, as he pulled onto her gently. Her long brown hair framed  her face, acting like a curtain that hid their head from the rest of the world. With his lips on her breast, she lifted a hand from the fur to place it under his head. She was offering him a bit of support, so that he could suckle as much as he wished. She moaned softly to let him know that it felt good, but also that she was growing closer once again.<br/><br/>The movement of her hips increased in speed and she watched for signs  that Vanyel was also growing close. She wouldn’t make such a big deal if he had his pleasures before she had hers again, but she still hoped that it would be the other way around. “Do you want me to finish this, beloved, or do you want to?” She asked, wondering if he’d rather stay in this position or if he wanted to change. <br/><br/></div>