Ophelia watched from the side, propped on an elbow, her hand lazily circling her pussy while the other tweaked her nipple. "Look at her take it, champion. She's always been eager—her womb's primed for your seed."
Elion's hands roamed, one sliding up Esmeralda's spine to tangle in her hair, yanking her head back to arch her further.
The other slapped her ass cheek hard, leaving a red print that made her clench around him, drawing a hiss from his lips.
He leaned over her, chest to her back, and bit her shoulder, marking her as his while pounding deeper, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with each brutal entry.
Pleasure built in Esmeralda like a storm, her moans turning to sobs as orgasms chained one after another—pussy gushing, thighs quaking, toes curling into the mattress.
"I-I'm cumming again! Don't stop—pump me full!" Her body betrayed her control, asshole winking with each spasm, begging for attention she didn't voice.
