Malavar tossed and turned as visions of her flooded his dreams.
She stradled him, their hips gyrating against each others as she lowered her body on him.
There was a rythm to the movements,
she smiled as her boobs jiggled when he thrust his hips forward.
He felt like he was on an entirely different plane of existence. He had this hunger and need for her that even up to now felt unsated.
Her fingers wrapped around his neck, squeezing tightly, almost entirely suffocating him. And yet even that feeling felt pleasurable to him.
When her fingers eased on their hold, his hands reached to her hips down to her buttocks, squeezing her ass tightly.
"Fuck," she cursed, her juices slid down his legs, making him feel even more excited.
Their hips collided faster, his shaft being forcefully squeezed against her walls, making him let out a grunt.
"Priestess," he mumbled, shocking them both.
She stopped moving but he raised her up into the air before slamming deep inside of her.
