Sereya remained on her hands and knees, her voluptuous body shaking, her heavy breasts streaked with milk, dark nipples stiff and aching, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders.
Her amber eyes burned with defiant fury, but her lips curled in a desperate snarl, no commands, no title, just raw need driving her.
She crawled toward him, her slick pussy glistening between her spread thighs, wetness dripping as she reached for his thigh, her head bowed—not in submission, but in sheer desperation, her fingers brushing his skin, trembling with want.
Veyna laughed, raw and ruined, rolling onto her back, her freckled body sprawled, thighs spread wide, her wild orange-red braids matted with sweat and moss.
Her small breasts heaved, nipples hard and dripping with cursed milk, her pussy throbbing visibly, slick with arousal.
