My stav was in a downstroke, pressing to her front walls, my thumbs just brushing against her outer lips, when she arched and clamped around me in a fresh orgasm that seemed to shock us both. I snarled as she shook and squeezed around my cock, arms flying back behind her head to brace against the edge of the bench. I released one hip, slapping my palm against Sonya's spread sex, and even I wasn't sure if it was meant to be a punishment or a reward, the sharp and sudden stimulus to her clit, but she screamed and arched, grinding urgently against my hips.
