Sylvaris slammed into her again, holding her thighs in his arms, the deep squish of her soaked pussy swallowing every inch with desperate wetness—SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!—His hips crashed into her ass, each thrust a brutal collision of need and domination.
Fuck… the way she's squeezing me—she's close. Her pussy's begging for my cum. Fine then… I'll load her up one last time.
"AHHH—YES—!" Liraeth cried out, her moans laced with both pain and raw, animalistic bliss. Her toes curled in the air, her arms wrapped tight around his neck as her body was rocked with each relentless stroke—SCHLICK—SCHLICK—SCHLICK!
The forest echoed with their union, the thick, messy plunge of cock into her wet pleasure hole was louder than the leaves rustling above them. Sweat dripped from Sylvaris's back, running down the curve of his spine as he kept her hoisted in the air like she weighed nothing—just a prize he was claiming, again and again.
