Our cocks slid in smoothly, almost too smoothly, like everything had lined up perfectly for this exact moment.
The aphrodisiac smeared across the dick dildo worked like an incredibly slick lubricant, coating it in a glossy layer that caught the dim light. At the same time, Lilia's own love juice had already soaked my cock so thoroughly that every thrust felt effortless. Between the two of those things working together, her body was practically inviting the movement.
And we didn't hold back.
Both of her holes were being ravaged at the same time.
The sticky tightness of her holes created loud, wet noises that echoed through the room. It was obscene, rhythmic squelches that would have made anyone walking by the door pause for a moment and immediately decide they did not want to investigate further. Each thrust forced another sound out of her body, the slick friction mixing with the heavy breathing filling the space.
Her holes clenched around me with a firm, almost greedy pressure.
