Eren pulled his dick out of Lyralei, slick and wet, the sound of their separation a loud schlick. He then turned, his dick still throbbing and wet, and plunged it into Sylvara, burying himself deep inside her, a new cry erupting from her lips. Then, with a quick, powerful shift, he pulled out of Sylvara and slammed himself back into Lyralei, completing the cycle.
The rhythm of their lovemaking became a dizzying, frantic exchange. Eren moved between the two women with a blur of motion, his body a conduit for their pleasure. His dick, thick and hard, was in one, then the other, the wet schlick of his withdrawal immediately followed by the wet thump of his entry. Lyralei and Sylvara were a mirror image, their bodies braced against the cool stone wall, their hips bucking and writhing, their moans a wild, untamed chorus.
