Once Circe found her rhythm, she moved her hips frantically.
The sound of her soft hips slamming against my body echoed through the room.
"Haang! Aang! So good…! Your cock is so hard…!"
"Aren't you moving too intensely? What if you tire yourself out?"
"But it feels so good… euh! My hips are moving on their own! Haaaang!"
Creak, creak.
Her eyes had already glazed over with pleasure, but her pace didn't slow down.
She didn't use any techniques like grinding her hips against my cock or lightly bouncing her waist.
'But her incredible figure and exquisite pussy more than make up for it.'
Her pussy, perfectly molded to my cock, squeezed tightly, urging me to cum.
Her beautiful face, flushed with ecstasy from arousal, was stimulating enough on its own.
"Haang! Aang! So good…! Karl, you're enjoying this too, right?"
"Phew! Yeah, I'm… ugh, pretty into it."
It wasn't just talk—I was genuinely enjoying the electrifying pleasure.
It felt like dopamine was flooding my brain.
