"Ahh~aahh~mmff~aahfff~aammm~aahh~"
Stella's muffled cries echoed through the sunlit room, her voice desperate and trembling as she buried her face deep in the pillow, body writhing beneath Aether's relentless thrusts.
Her silver hair fanned out wild and beautiful, a shimmering mess against the tangled sheets. She couldn't bear to look at him—her cheeks burned, her eyes teared up, her lips wet and parted in helpless, shuddering moans as his cock pistoned inside her, thick and throbbing, stretching her so perfectly that her body had long since surrendered.
Aether grinned as he watched her—his expression equal parts amused, hungry, and utterly enchanted by the raw need he saw in her.
He never got tired of it: the way her back arched, the way her ass quivered each time he slammed into her, the way her breasts bounced and swayed, nipples flushed, swollen, aching for more attention.
