The air in the room became thick with the mingled scent of sweat and liquids along a heavy perfume that clung to the skin.
Lia's world had narrowed to a single, exquisite point of connection that was the place where her body was stretched and filled by Ethan's cock.
Her hips pistoned up and down in a frantic, rolling rhythm, her own slickness easing the raw, glorious friction of each deep slide.
Smack! Smack!Smack.
The sound of their bodies meeting echoed off the walls, a primal drumbeat to their union. Her head was thrown back, a ragged keen tearing from her throat as her fluffy wolf tail thumped wildly against the mattress.
Below her, Ethan's hands were clamped on her hips, his knuckles white, guiding her furious pace.
"Oh god… aaah… yes, just like that," she moaned loudly, not hiding the pleasure as Ethan cock hit at the end.
She engulfed it wholly and refused to let go as her pussy squeezed his cock.
