Deus kept fucking Ivana, his cock plunging into her tight, juicy pussy with relentless precision, each thrust deep and measured, never slowing for a moment. His divine control was flawless, his hips driving with a steady, powerful rhythm, the wet, squelching sounds filling the room.
His hands roamed her perky breasts, groping their firm, youthful flesh, kneading her tits with a hungry grip, his fingers rubbing her dark nipples, pinching them lightly, sparking jolts through her core. He leaned down, his lips finding her nape, sucking hard, his tongue teasing the sweat-slicked skin, tasting her salt, leaving faint marks that made her shiver. Ivana's tongue stuck out, her loud moans echoing, her body lost in a peak pleasure no native of Earth had ever tasted, a divine ecstasy that consumed her.
