The savagery of lust meld with the trembling pleasure in the air. With every stroke of the piston, Yroa's front waist clapped into a ripple on Azel's fat rear.
The room was filled with shameless moaning that slipped through Azel's gritted teeth, alongside the loud smacking that tranced both of them into a playful rhythm of wuthering ecstasy.
"This is the very thing you want to savor again since that last time, so why are you so silent now~?"
"Uooh~! Uoh! Ooh~!"
"Come on~ You can do it~"
"M-master~!"
"Yes. dearie?"
"Urghh~!"
Yroa leaned forward as Azel slouched even further, planting her shaky hands on the ground. But even in this state, Yroa could feel that the pussy that he was violating was grasping his dick tighter than ever, as if it wanted to keep the whole shaft inside and not let go.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation! Jk.
Or is it?