His word, his lips, his thrusts, his need.  His hands, pinching.  His teeth, biting, marking.  All of it.  It was nothing like she had ever experienced before.  Lana continued to hold on, afraid if she released her grip it would all vanish as if it were an extremely vivid wet dream.  The most erotic, orgasm inducing wet dream she’d ever had.<br/><br/>Lana rarely had orgasms, unless self-induced by her own fingers.  Chris never supplied her with an orgasm, always releasing long before she was close.  Faking them had become the norm for her, simply to get it over with.  She knew that was callous, but that’s what her sex life had become.<br/><br/>Until this night.  This night, there was no faking that first orgasm, or the second, and most definitely not the third.  Her body was in a constant state of convulsing, her hips bucking of their own volition, she was a mass of uncontrollable shaking.  The moans exiting her mouth were more animal-like than human, but her ears were filled with the sounds of Steve’s voice, announcing his own impending orgasm, that she didn’t notice.<br/><br/>His cock swelled even larger.  She could feel it inside her, the strain against the walls of her pussy was almost painful.  Almost.  Then she felt it.  Stream after stream of hotness entering her, Steve never stopping his rhythm as he filled her.  Exactly like she demanded him to.<br/><br/>His face buried in her neck, she leaned her head against his, her hands holding onto his head as he rode out his own release.  She could feel the combined wetness leaking out of her pussy, the smell of their fucking entered her nostrils, the feel of his cock still throbbing the slightest bit inside her.<br/><br/>After some time, after they both seemed to come down, somewhat, she turned the slightest bit to kiss his cheek.  Taking a deep, satisfied sigh, she purred into his ear, “Thank you.”