Lon felt his cock jerk in approval at her comment, even as his motion became erratic, a warning of pending release. Each clutching squeeze of her ass was echoed within by a rush of blood, swelling him beyond what he'd previously thought possible. He thrust one last time deep into her. and suddenly he was erupting, his balls clenching tightly against his abdomen as they fueled the copious spray of fluid spilling deeply into Laurin, each spasming pulse drawing a mewling grunt of almost painfully intense pleasure. He found himself panting, stars shooting across his vision as his second orgasm washed over him, surprisingly just as strong as the first, leaving him unsteadily leaned against Laurin's back as he fought to catch his breath. Even as the flow subsided, Laurin's fluttering spasms almost kept him firm as they held him tightly, greedily milking out the last of his emission. Finally, it became too much, and Lon slowly backed away, his sensitive and wilted cock sliding reluctantly from her. He leaned back onto his haunches, catching himself on one hand, his legs splayed wide to give his well exercised flesh room to breathe and rest, and he sighed with relax and contentment as he recovered. He didn't know if a third bout was at all likely, especially with Joli's exhaustion, but if there was, he wanted to be ready for it.