Vaela squeals, her head tossed back, hands gripping the sheets as her body trembles with pleasure. She bounces lightly, perched atop Solavara, breathless and gleaming with sweat. Her legs shake as her toes curl. A shudder rolls through her chest, and she collapses to the side with a happy sigh, half-laughing, half-moaning as she lands on the silk sheets.
Solavara lies beside her, smirking with the kind of self-satisfied grin usually reserved for victorious athletes or smug cats. She turns her head slightly as she unclips the belt of her the pleasure-device strapped to her hips, then asks, "So... what'd you think of that one?"
Vaela lets out a dazed, breathy giggle, lifting a trembling thumbs-up into the air. "Spectacular. Absolutely elite-tier. But I have to say… your hips are the stuff of legend."
Solavara chuckles proudly and leans back into her pillow. "That makes five orgasms for you, then?"
