For an entire hour, Fleur and Luna rotated turns as they sucked Rune dry. Overall, he had cum a total of three times, spewing every drop into their wet mouths. Once it was over, his cock flopped onto his thigh, spent and flaccid.
"It looks much cuter, now doesn't it," Luna said.
"Cute? I think it looks weak," Fleur responded. She looked down on Rune, giving him her trademark cheeky grin, and nudged his limp dick with her foot as she spoke. "...A weak loser dick~."
Rune knew she was trying to tempt him. She wanted him to push her down and take her hard, and her provocations were working. Despite how he tried to resist, her bratty tone never failed to incite his lust and irritation.
He rose up, his cock having sprung back to full mast, and grabbed Fleur by the face. He squished her cheeks up, and she looked back at him with eyes clouded by lust. Despite the rough way he was treating her, a happy smile was plastered on Fleur's face.