12:25 AM
Pop
A thick, wet sound tore through the bedroom's silence—vulgar, loud.
His cock slipped free from her—slick and angry-looking, flushed red from friction, a string of cum trailing from its swollen head to her gaping, twitching slit. The veins throbbed along its thick shaft, pulsing visibly. Her juices clung to every ridge, coating him in a filmy sheen that gleamed under the low amber light.
Seleyena collapsed forward on the bed, face down, gasping. Her arms failed to hold her. She lay flat—cheek pressed to the sheets, breasts squished beneath her, nipples aching and wet from earlier bites and suction. Her whole body shimmered with sweat, back arching in aftershock tremors.
Her mouth hung open. Her eyes fluttered, unfocused.
"Haaah… a-ahh… C-Cruxius…"
