Veyna hung upside down, spinning slightly in the vines' grip, the light playing across her sweat-soaked freckles, her wild orange-red braids dangling like flames.
Her small breasts hung heavy, veiny and swollen, nipples engorged and ready to burst, faint drops of cursed milk beading at the tips, falling toward the moss like tears of fire.
She grinned wide, her slitted eyes wild with manic lust, her body twitching with unstable energy.
"You gonna milk me or fuck me?" she growled, her voice rough, laced with challenge and desire, her pussy aching visibly between her spread thighs, wetness pooling at her entrance.
Kota walked to her, his movements deliberate, removing his belt without a word, the leather whispering against his hips.
"Oh fuck yes," Veyna moaned, her body arching, her small breasts jiggling, milk dripping faster from her nipples as arousal surged through her cursed veins.
