The cessation was instantaneous. The very second the moan left her lips, the very fraction of a fraction of a second that the sound registered in the air, his hands froze. His finger stopped moving on her c**t, his palm stopped squeezing her breast, his thumb stopped pressing her n****e, his entire body went rigid and still behind her, his breath silent, his muscles locked, his hands resting motionless on her body like a man who had been caught in the act and was waiting for the verdict.
The pleasure vanished, the orgasm halted, the intense, burning wave that had been crashing through her body was cut off mid-crash, leaving her stranded on the edge, suspended in the void, her core spasming in futile, empty convulsions, her wetness gushing in unfulfilled pulses, her body trembling and desp
