Lost in the throes of passion, Luna/Sarah's world collapses down to just the two of them, connected physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. Each movement synchronizes perfectly with the other, almost choreographed by some divine force guiding their every move.
Moans of pleasure reverberate throughout the room, echoing off the walls, amplified by the intensity of their shared ecstasy. Liquid heat pools between their joined genitals, lubricating their frantic thrusts even further. Sweat coats their skin, melding them together in a sticky, sweaty mess that only serves to heighten the already incendiary chemistry crackling between them.
Time ceases to exist as they lose themselves in this orgasmic vortex created specifically for them alone. Every nerve ending vibrates with unparalleled delight as waves after endless waves of euphoria crash over them like ocean waves crashing onto rocky shore. And yet still, neither can quench the insatiable fire burning within them.
Finally, their bodies arch rigidly, convulsively, climaxing together in a single explosive release of pent up tension and desire. Panting heavily, hearts racing, they collapse onto the bed exhausted but utterly fulfilled, spent but never satisfied