The Vale. 2 (R-18)

"The bed~mphh," Zhen mumbled in his mouth.

"No, the table," Trent muttered, devouring her tongue as he carried her to the table.

Trent laid the she-devil down on the table, their kiss remaining unbroken and her legs untangled from him. Trent felt his cock throbbing for the pussy that was inches away and soaking for it. He maintained the intensity of the kiss and the warmth of her voluptuous body for a while before pulling away. Their lips parted slowly, with Zhen refusing to let go, leaving a lewd strand of saliva.

Trent stared at her as she gasped softly, her massive, red rackets rising and falling. She looked him in the eyes with a mix of frustration and desire for him to breed her once again. "Please fuck me," she whispered, her breath coming out in quick, shallow bursts.