Lyralei, with a slow, deliberate movement, turned on the bed, presenting her beautiful, curved ass to him, her back arching slightly. She reached back, her fingers gently touching his inner thigh. It was clear what she wanted. It was her turn.
Eren knelt behind her, his own body thrumming with a renewed and powerful hunger. He reached out, his hand gently cupping one of her full, rounded breasts, the other dropping to her hip to steady her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Ready, my beautiful elf?" he whispered, his voice a low growl.
"More than ready, Veilwalker," she breathed, her hips swaying slightly in silent invitation.
With a deep, guttural moan, Eren pushed forward, burying himself deep inside her.
"AHHH!" Lyralei cried out, her voice a sharp gasp of pleasure as he filled her completely. She was incredibly tight, her muscles clenching around him, milking his dick with an exquisite intensity. Her hips instinctively pushed back, urging him to take more.
