Eren had Kiran bent over the ornate table, her naked body a smooth, pale line against the dark wood. His dick was already buried deep inside her, a promise kept. Her breasts bounced softly against the polished surface with each powerful thrust.
He didn't hold back. His hips slammed into hers, a relentless rhythm.
SLAP! SLAP! THWACK!
The sound was raw, primal, filling the chamber. Kiran's head was thrown back, her silver-white hair flying.
"Ahhhh! Eren! Faster! Oh, god, yes!" she screamed, her voice hoarse, a mix of pure pleasure and desperate release. He could feel her insides clenching around him, wet and tight, pulling him deeper with every powerful push. Her moans were long, drawn-out sounds of pure ecstasy, vibrating against his chest as he leaned in close.
