Luna's body moved with increasing urgency, her hips rolling in a rhythm that grew faster, more desperate with each passing moment. Her soft moans filled the room, a melody of pleasure that echoed off the weathered stone walls.
Andrey's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him. His voice was low, rough with desire. "You're so tight, Luna…"
Luna's head fell back, her sharp eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the sensation. "Ahhn…!"
Her fingers curled into his shoulders, her nails leaving faint crescents on his skin as she moved faster, chasing the pleasure building inside her. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
Morgana watched from the side, her red eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched her sister succumb to her desires. Her voice was a husky whisper, carrying a note of quiet approval.
"Look at you, Luna… so lost in pleasure…"
