Alone in one of the many tents with Zephyr, Elicia was lifting herself over the fiend with her own gown raised up to her knees. Keeping herself in place, she reached for her master's dick under her. Grabbing it firmly between her fingers, she gently lowered herself on the tip until her lower lips were pressed against it as if they were giving it a wet kiss.
"Finally~" She whispered with a smirk.
Letting gravity do the rest of the work, her body invited in the fiend, inch by inch, with a wet pair of tight walls wrapping around him as if giving him a smooch. Savoring every bit of it as it pierced through her virgin pussy, Elicia breathed through her lips and subconsciously arched her spine–making her fine tits pop the rosary off her gown.
