The harder, and longer he fucked her, the more taut and tense Medusa's body became. She could feel her climax mounting, ready to crash over her at any second. Her nails dug into the metal of the table, leaving scratches. Additionally, Medusa's cries of lust and need were growing louder, needier.

"Stein-...Stein don't stop, don't stop I'm so close-!!" Medusa's hands moved from the table to wrap around him. Even if that meant they were less stable in their stance.

If anything, the movement of the chair seemed to add to the power of his thrusts. Medusa's nails sank into the fabric of his shirt, wanting skin, wanting him.

Medusa's breath caught in her chest, even if her mouth froze open like it had, her entire body was trembling - her climax was threatening to overcome her.