Sinthia gave a soft and intensely pleasured sound as she's picked up, back arching and resting her head against Illya's shoulder. "Oh my god," she breathed, biting her lip and skimming her hands over Solo's back, blunt nails leaving faint pink trails in their wake over his skin. "You both feel--incredible," she panted as her muscles began to quiver, her hips moving faster as she came closer to orgasm, beginning to plateau.

"Please, Solo," she murmured. "Just like that!" she cried out, mildly surprised by her own body's responses.