Her hips moved like she was already a pro—or maybe she was just a natural-born temptress. A woman sculpted by lust itself. Every roll of her waist was divine sin, and the way her wide hips bounced with each grind… it made Sylvaris lose his mind.
Her pussy, once tight and trembling, was now taking his full length like it was carved for him alone. And yet—gods above—it still squeezed him like it didn't want to let him go. Like her body was begging him to breed her.
Squelch... schlkt... schhhhllk...—The sounds of her soaked heat swallowing him in again and again made his spine arch.
The way her pussy wraps around my cock is insane… she's literally sucking me in… fuck, it's dangerous… it's too good...
His thoughts crashed, wild and broken as her heat gripped him tighter with every slow thrust. She wasn't just fucking him. She was consuming him. His mind frayed at the edges, unraveling with every wet slap of skin, every moan she let out, every spasm of her greedy core around his cock.
