Some time had passed and both Jax and Celestia were locked in their bonking session.
Currently they were going at it in missionary. Well, technically it was Jax alone who was enjoying himself. For Celestia, this was a war. A war between her and Ava for dominance over the man beneath whose body she was currently pinned.
And she was failing miserably.
Jax was on top of her, hovering without pressing his full weight down. His hips drove forward in a steady rhythm, his cock rampaging through her virgin pussy with each thrust.
The feeling of his hot length splitting her open came with every push. Filling her. Stretching her. Reaching depths that sent shocks up her spine that she refused to acknowledge.
She didn't know what to do. Should she moan like Ava did? Should she drop this pathetic act and just be herself? But in this state she couldn't pick either option.
