Kissing Gabriel passionately and shivering at the thrusting slapping into her wet cunt over and over again, Celeste moaned out at those powerful thrusts. Wanting him, having been aroused just watching, flirting, playing, she felt the powerful man over her, and everything else lost a meaning for a moment. Embracing him with her legs, feeling him sheathed deep inside, she felt the rush, felt more alive in the moment than most days could light in her.<br/><br/>"Ohh Throne, ohh THRONE!" Her hands almost tore the sheets as her cunt began to clench up and tremble around his shaft, her legs around him trying to hold him close but her body shook with the hammering, the ravaging pace making her squeal and a hot shower of her musky juice landed onto Gabriel's crotch. Teased and aroused so long, she finally began to cum, but this woman grasped onto Gabriel's shoulders, panting. "Harder! More! Fuuu~uuck!" She squealed and arched up, her breasts trembling in his hands, her large bust pushed tight to his hands, her mind so flooded by sensations she made no sense of anything around her for the moment, just peaking over and over again, her cunt giving the squeeze of a virgin bride pulling at him towards her depths, then relaxing to a comfortable slick warmth around his shaft, a new tremor making her clench up again, her stomach squeezing in, her slit letting lewd noise out at every new push as she panted, groaning out loudly.<br/><br/>On the floor Alessa was slowly waking up again, panting a bit and groaning, trying to get up. Her head lay on the floor, one cheek against the carpet, her bottom rising a bit towards the bed's edge, near but not right at where Gabriel was hilted to Celeste's mound, Cel's legs trembling and then dropping down behind him. Cell felt her legs were limp, as were her hands, her breath shaky and her heart racing, she was dazed by the feel of it.