Deus pulled out slowly, his cock slick and glistening, his chest heaving, his glowing eyes locked on her, drinking in her spent beauty—fat ass quivering, pussy dripping, huge melons heaving, white hair matted, face glowing with ecstasy.
Mira lay on her side, her body trembling, her breaths heavy, her pussy sore but sated, her heart racing with joy and submission.
The room was thick with their heat, the air heavy with the scent of sex, the echo of her moans and his roars lingering, a testament to their divine passion.
Ivana's soft, sleeping breaths remained a faint backdrop, untouched by the wild ecstasy beside her.
Deus turned Mira around, his hands gripping her shoulders, pulling her close, his lips crashing against hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Their mouths melded, wet and urgent, tongues tangling in a fierce, sensual dance, sucking and smacking, her muffled moans vibrating through him.
