"Ohh… Uhmm… Ahh… Ohh…" Syrla's moans spilled out, a melody of pleasure that rose and fell with each thrust.

Her voice was raw, unrestrained, echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room.

Her maroon dress clung to her curves, the fabric bunched around her hips, accentuating the arch of her body as she surrendered to the sensation.

Alex's gaze flicked over her, drinking in the sight, her flushed cheeks, her half-lidded eyes, the way her lips parted with every cry.

He gradually increased the pace, the force of his thrusts intensifying until he found a rhythm that felt primal, almost relentless.

Syrla moaned again, louder this time, as his body collided with hers.

The sharp slap… slap… slap! of skin against skin filled the air, a percussive beat that underscored their shared urgency.

Her curvy backside jolted with each impact, the sound mingling with the wet friction of his rod plunging into her core.

Alex poured everything into it, giving her all he had, his muscles straining with the effort.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, her warm, soft walls stroking his shaft in a way that made his breath hitch.

The sensation was electric, a tight, slick heat that enveloped him completely.

He could feel the tension building, a slow burn igniting in his lower belly, but he wasn't quite there yet.

His body ached for release, his rod throbbing with need, yet the edge remained just out of reach.

He gritted his teeth, determined to hold on, to prolong the moment for both of them.

Then Syrla shifted beneath him, her hand sliding down between their bodies.

Her fingers found her clit, and she began rubbing it with quick, desperate circles.

The sight of her touching herself, still wrapped in that sultry maroon dress, legs locked around him, sent a surge of heat straight to his core.

She moaned instantly, her voice rising with urgency. "Oh yeah… right there… don't stop… I'm so close."

Her words were a breathless chant, her head tipping back as her body tensed beneath him.

Seeing her like this, lost in her own pleasure, her fingers working in tandem with his thrusts, was almost too much for Alex.

The image seared itself into his mind: her delicate hand moving against her clit, her core clenching around his aching rod, the dress clinging to her sweat-damp skin.

It was raw, unfiltered, and intoxicating.

The tension inside him coiled tighter, a dam on the verge of breaking.

He could feel it now, the precipice looming closer with every second.

"Oh fuck, Syrla… I can't wait… I'm gonna cum…" he moaned, his voice rough and strained.

The words tumbled out, carried by the mounting pressure that threatened to overwhelm him.

His hips stuttered, the rhythm faltering as he teetered on the edge.

Syrla responded instantly, using her legs to pull him tighter against her.

Her thighs flexed, drawing him deeper into her core as she arched her back, her body trembling with anticipation. "Give it to me," she groaned, her voice thick with need.

Her fingers pressed harder against her clit, her breath catching as she hovered on the brink of her own release.

The moment her core clenched down around him, tight and pulsing, Alex lost all control. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" he gasped, the words ripping from his throat as he erupted into a powerful orgasm.

His rod spasmed inside her, waves of ecstasy crashing through him as he began ejaculating.

He moaned loudly, the sound guttural and unrestrained, his body shaking with the force of his release.

Each pulse sent a fresh surge of warmth into her, his breath ragged as he rode out the climax.

The sight and sound of him unraveling pushed Syrla over the edge. "Oh yes! Me too…" she exclaimed, her voice rising into a cry of pure bliss.

Her body heaved beneath him, her core tightening even further as her orgasm hit.

The sensation was overwhelming, her walls gripped him like a vice, her legs quivering as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her.

Her fingers stilled against her clit, her hand falling away as she surrendered to the intensity, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.

Alex felt every shudder, every pulse of her climax as it mirrored his own.

Their bodies moved together, locked in a shared rhythm of release that seemed to stretch on forever.

The room was filled with their mingled cries, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and satisfaction.

Syrla's maroon dress was a tangled mess now, riding up her thighs, her skin flushed a deep pink from exertion.

Their bodies shuddered in unison, spasms rippling through them as they moaned together in a chorus of pure ecstasy.

The air was thick with the heat of their shared release, their breaths ragged and intertwined.

Alex felt the final, quivering clenches of Syrla's core around his rod, each pulse a lingering echo of her climax.

His own orgasm was subsiding, leaving a warm, heavy satisfaction in its wake.

Slowly, he withdrew, his now-flaccid rod slipping free from her core with a soft, wet sound.

As it did, a distinct plop punctuated the silence, a glob of milky fluid expelled onto the couch cushion below, staining the fabric with evidence of their fervor.

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"That was fun," Alex said, his voice low and playful.

He reached over and gave her curvy backside a firm smack, the sound sharp against the quiet.

"Ouch!" Syrla yelped, her tone indignant but tinged with a hint of amusement.

She shot him a mock glare, rubbing the spot where his hand had landed.

"What?" Alex replied, mischief dripping from his words.

His eyes sparkled with a challenge, daring her to retaliate.

He leaned back slightly, arms crossed, waiting to see what she'd do.

Syrla didn't respond with words.

Instead, her gaze flicked to a pillow resting on the couch across from them.

Her lips twitched into a smirk, and Alex caught the shift in her expression too late. "Face me, don't ru—" he started to say, but his words were cut off as the pillow launched itself off the cushion and flew straight into his face with a soft thwack.

The impact was light but unexpected, and he stumbled back a step.