Pahimakas (M)

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(n) - Tagalog word that means last farewell










Fahlada felt Earn's walls tighten around her fingers, sending a surge of desire through her as she made the bold decision to add a second one, watching with a mix of awe and anticipation as Earn's response intensified. She loves the way that her girlfriend looks beneath her-  mouth fell open, her eyes shut tightly in the throes of pleasure, cheeks tinged with roses and hues of pink as her loud moan filled the room with a symphony of ecstasy.






They're been at it for hours at most but Lada cant get enough. She couldn't get enough.

Her shoulders already straining and screaming for rest but the way her fingers glide inside only does nothing but urge her to even go faster..and faster.. and faster.




She tenderly kissed Earn, the softness of their connection amplifying the heat swirling between them as she expertly maneuvered against the actress, delving deeper with her fingers as the passion between them ignited. It's hot and wet when their lips met, their tongue swirling against each other, further wanting to burrowed on each others warmth.





With a firm grip on her girlfriend's hip, Earn's nails dug into the softness of her curves, a proof to the raw intensity of whats happening right now. Her other hand applied more pressure to Earn's sensitive nub, eliciting a chorus of moans that filled the room as their bodies moved against each other.










As Fahlada's hips met Earn's at an increasingly rapid pace, the familiar rhythm morphed into a frantic dance  of desire, pushing them both closer to the edge of ecstasy. Earn's panting grew more urgent, her cries of pleasure reaching a new heights as she sought solace against Fahlada's shoulder, the warmth they felt between them deepening with each passing moment.




Sensing Earn's arousal building, Fahlada increased the pace of her movements against Earn's wetness, her touch electric with desire as she guided her other hand to her own throbbing nub.








“P'Mor…P'Mor, I- I- oh God...I’m so close,” Earn's voice trembled with need, the urgency in her tone mirrors the burning desire that consumed them both.






And then it happened. Earn's release was accompanied by a melodious, almost pleading moan that escaped her lips, echoing the intense desire coursing through her being. As her hands fiercely gripped the Doctor's waist, a potent mixture of passion and urgency fueled her every movement, pulling them together in a fervent embrace. In her yearning to draw the Doctor impossibly closer, her hands seemed to possess a will of their own, tightening their hold as if unwilling to let go.








She feels everything all at once..the intensity, the heat, the passion as her back arched, an instinctive response to the overwhelming sensations overwhelming her.



The intimate contact between her and her lover was electric, their bodies aligning, desire burning as she mewled and screamed beneath her, her breath quickening at the exquisite friction of their meeting nipples. The feeling of her head hitting the wall added an unexpected element of rawness to the encounter, heightening the ancient primal dance  shared between them.





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