His groans of bliss and curses in Faetong sent her screaming through a release.
Kraven couldn't handle the scalding hotness of her insides, squelching for him, earning more rapid movement.
She was soaked to the brim, and his length burned like it would melt from how welcoming it was.
Isadora's body bounced back and forth until the world around her spun endlessly. Her eyes squeezed shut, her nails dug into the wall.
She gasped when Kraven hauled her closer by the neck. An amused expression morphed on his features.
"How does it feel? Knowing when you think of this room you'll never forget how much I fucked you here."
Her lips came apart as his rapid thrust hit a perfect spot, before following up with another hard thrust, but slow, her body lunged back and forth.
"With my fingers," he rasped. "And my cock. It's a worthwhile memory, isn't it?"
Kraven hit a sweet spot, and Isadora felt like she would die from it, her body quivering beyond control like it would break.
