Byung's goblin instincts clawed at his self-control. Naruz was in a vulnerable position—her butt raised high, face pushed into the dirt—felt like a clear invite he could not turn down.
Naruz had no clue what waited for her. All she felt was something huge and thick, tapping her rear end softly, like it asked for permission to go in. It was the familiar feel of a cock.
Naruz looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes sparkled with a sly smirk, as if she dared him to cross that line. The way her hips wiggled told Byung she was more than ready for him. She moved a bit, spreading her legs even wider. Her wet folds shone in the low light, teasing him on purpose.
Byung's breath caught in his throat. His cock pulsed on its own.
"You know what's coming next," he growled low, stepping closer.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" His voice was thick, filled with lust.
