Knowing her ways by now, I always anticipate Immie's orgasm, tensing for impact - the way her pleasure can rend itself violently from her body, audibly and visibly powerful. So seeing her vulnerable in front of the window, supporting her body in that half crouch, muscles trembling - well, I'm just glad she didn't smack her head, or fall back through that window glass. The things we do for thrills, eh, Immie?
