Elen X Mira 3

"Then take me."

Mira slammed down on Elen's cock with a guttural gasp, her entire body jerking as he split her open again, deeper, his thick girth stretching her soaked pussy to the edge of delicious pain.

Her nails dug into his chest, carving red trails, her thighs slick with sweat and their mingled cum, trembling with raw need.

Her black hair clung to her face like wet silk, eyes wild, lips parted, panting.

The rain pattered against the windows, a rhythmic whisper echoing their heat, the hearth's flicker casting shadows over her flushed skin.

Elen groaned, teeth gritted, voice breaking.

"Gods, Mira…" His brown eyes burned, hands twitching to grab her.

She didn't ride yet, grinding slow, cruel circles, her pussy squeezing tight, milking his cock, teasing every tortured inch of his need.

When he bucked, desperate, she shoved him flat with a palm on his chest, nails biting.