Talks of a Dragon

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"Mhmm. How do you always manage to make me feel so good?♡"

Lillian moaned as she lay on her stomach. Raphael was behind, drilling into her with deep, wet thrusts.

He was surprised at how many times she had orgasmed. Her body was a quivering mess, and she had already squirted four times.

Lillian was one of those cases where a woman becomes feral once her innocence is taken away from him. However, all her lust was directed towards one man.

Raphael.

After releasing his seed down her throat once again, Lillian told him to lay on his back so she could clean him off.

With trembling hands, she worked at his cock, using her mouth to clean him of her juices.

Finally, after a long hour of activity, the two lay together on the bed, exhausted.

Lillian's hair was a green mess. Raphael's blonde hair wasn't looking too neat either.