We were back to where we left off but Damar wanted to test out his new legs, it seemed. He did not sit or lie me down; instead, he held my waist, grunting as he thrust in and out of me.
It was so much pressure... And pleasure... And while he was doing that behind me, Noah had his hand under my chin, keeping me in place as he thrust his cock inside my mouth.
I held his thighs, trying to keep myself stable, but my knees were weak, my eyes rolled back, and my senses were gradually fading.
At this point, my feet no longer touched the ground since Damar held me up by the waist.
Sex felt great, especially when it wasn't just raw movements filled with beastly instincts.
I could feel the intention in Damar's thrust, the weight he was carrying, and how gentle he tried to be despite his rationality fading in and out.
