Jolthar groaned into her mouth, overwhelmed by the heat of the springs and the fire of her touch.
Her massive tits pressed against his chest, squashed and crushed between them.
Jolthar felt heaven with her soft hands on his shaft, her tongue in his mouth and the soft, plushy flesh against his chest; he was in pure erotic bliss.
The sounds of water splashing, the noise of lips smacking and the muffled moans of pleasure filled the air around them.
And with a grunt of pleasure, Jolthar surrendered completely to the sensations coursing through his body, lost in the moment with her.
She pulled back just enough to whisper, "This is my parting gift, young warrior. For now.
There's more where this came from."
"If you visit."
Then, with a wicked grin, she pressed herself closer, her full bosom enveloping him, soft and warm against his chest, a final tease that left him breathless.
