"Ngh… don't touch there… it's dirty…" Lumine muttered, her voice shaky as her thick, muscular thighs clamped around Cassian's face. Her milky white skin glistened, slick from the river's water and the waterfall's mist, her silver hair plastered wet against her shoulders and back. Cassian's hands gripped her firm ass, his fingers occasionally grazing her other entrance, while her toned stomach flexed with each uneven breath.
She shoved his head down harder into her silver-bushed folds, her thighs—strong from years of fighting—squeezing tighter, which Cassian was all about. He urged her to press herself closer, wanting his tongue to push deeper inside her, tasting her as he worked. Her skin, pale and smooth, shimmered under the morning sun, the water dripping down her curves, pooling in the dips of her muscles. Lumine's hands tangled in his hair, guiding him to the spots she wanted, her breaths coming in short huffs as she tried to keep her focus.
