He watched as her milky breasts heaved with each breath, nipples erect and begging for attention, her perfect milfy curves swaying as she adjusted. The ahegao expression on her face as she relished his cock was pure art, her eyes half-lidded, lips parted in silent awe before she began to move.
In that moment, their gazes locked, the connection electric. The feeling was amazing—Seraphina riding him like a slut in heat, her hips rolling with a desperate rhythm while maintaining that intense eye contact, as if she could fuck his soul as well as his body.
"Aah fuck," she gasped, leaning in suddenly, capturing his lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Her tongue danced with his, exploring hungrily while she continued riding, her movements fluid and insistent.
She was doing her best to make him succumb, pouring every ounce of seduction into the kiss, the grind, but Xavier's reactions remained minimal—a soft groan here, a twitch there—driving her wild with frustration.
