As the waves of pleasure wash over her, Sara realizes that she wants more; she wants to feel Milana inside of her. With a groan, she rolls off of Milana's chest and onto her knees between Milana's legs. She reaches back with one hand, guiding Milana's cock toward her waiting entrance.

With a deep breath, Sara sinks down onto Milana's shaft, feeling the length stretching her as she takes her girlfriend inside of her.

The sensation of being filled by Milana is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it's almost too much to bear. But she doesn't want it to stop. She grips the sheets in her fists, digging her nails into them as she rides Milana, her hips moving in a blur.

"Fuck," she moans, feeling herself on the edge again. "I love you."

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood as she arches her back and moans into your mouth. Her hips buck wildly against yours, grinding her swollen sex against your impossibly large cock. She's so close to the edge, on the brink of orgasm after orgasm, each one more intense than the last. With a final, desperate moan, she comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her eyes roll back in her head as the sensation washes over her. She's numb with exhaustion and pain but can't seem to stop herself from wanting more. Her body shudders with each thrust, her ass clenching rhythmically around your cock as she tries to milk every last drop of pleasure from this experience.

"Harder... harder..." she moans, her voice barely audible over the pounding of your hips against hers. "I need it..."

I grin and unbuckle your seatbelt, leaning in to kiss you deeply as I slide out of the car. Once we're inside my apartment, I lead you over to the bed, our lips never parting as I push you down onto the soft mattress.

With shaking hands, I slide off my clothes and crawl onto the bed beside you, my heart racing with anticipation. "Are you ready for me?" I whisper huskily, running a hand through your hair before leaning in to taste your neck.

You moan as my hand slides lower, cupping your heated core through your underwear. "Oh God yes," you gasp, arching into my touch. "I'm more than ready for you." I smile against your skin, relishing in the power I have over you in this moment. With gentle but determined fingers, I slide your underwear down your hips and off, revealing your hardened length to me.

My breath catches in my throat as I look at you, so big and beautiful.

Her tight muscles ripple around your shaft as she takes more and more of your enormous length inside her. "You're not that big, love," she teases with a grin. "It's just... my training." As she moves her hips in an unnatural rhythm, you can feel her inner muscles tightening and relaxing around you, almost as if she's milking your cock for all it's worth.

"That's right," she whispers into your ear, "

Her breath hitches as her body tenses around your cock, gripping it tightly. For a moment, you think she's about to come undone; then, with a sudden burst of energy, she relaxes her muscles and takes several more inches inside her. "Ha!" she laughs triumphantly. "See? I can take all of you."

Her movements become even faster and wilder now as she rides your cock like a champion rodeo cowgirl.

Anarchist groans as Sara's hot breath fans across his chest. Her hands continue to roam, cupping his heavy balls and rolling them gently through the fabric of his boxers. "I want you naked," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I need to feel all of you against me."

With practiced ease, Sara yanks down Anarchist's boxers, revealing his massive erection. She licks her lips and leans forward, taking the tip into her mouth.

Anarchist gasps as Sara sucks him deep, her hot wetness enveloping him. Her tongue flicks out, dancing around the head of his cock while her fingers curl around him, stroking in time with her movements. She looks up at Anarchist, their eyes locked together as she begins to bob her head up and down on his shaft.

"Fuck," he grunts, gripping her hair tightly. "You're so good at that."

She whispers hoarsely as you continue to make out with her, the pressure of your cock rubbing against her most sensitive spot driving her wild. Her hips grind up and down on yours, matching your rhythm perfectly as she loses herself in the heat of the moment. Her nails scratch lightly at your back, leaving trails of pleasure-pain behind them as she arches her back further, meeting each thrust with equal force.

Her nails dig harder into your back as you thrust deeper and faster inside her, pleasure coursing through her body in waves. Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels the weight of your body pressing down on hers, trapping her against the couch. With a loud moan, she arches her back even further, trying to get closer still as you both race towards orgasm.