The third orgasm is coming, and he’s feral for it. I try to kick away from him in the snow, but he holds me against his face. He draws the next orgasm from me. I cry out, my body baring down and wetness gushing out of me. “That’s what I wanted,” he groans, climbing up my weak body. I can barely move. He grips my jaw and stares down at me with hunger.
