Warlord

A pale yellow light flowed over a pair of goblets, and the remaining red wine in his arms began to froth before suddenly bursting and disappearing.

The light from the goblet fell on the waxed floor, where a pair of long black leather trousers hung. The light looked forward shyly, and behind the leather leggings were all kinds of clothes. And the closer they got to the bed, the more clothes they had. From the very beginning of the outer garments, to the small but ambiguous undergarments on the bed, everything was there.

On the bed, a head of long, wine-colored hair was swaying along with the shaking of his body, like a mass of burning flames.

Pera was sitting on Theon’s waist, making the most intimate contact. The beautiful female snake used her elastic waist to make all kinds of movements, undulating and swaying back and forth, constantly rubbing against him, causing waves of joyful energy to spread from Sean’s body all the way to his pituitary gland.

Theon looked with satisfaction at the girl who had contributed her youth and passion to him. Every time they had a good time, Paula had done her best to give Theon wave after wave of happiness with her young body, as determined as if they were fighting a battle to the death.

Looking at the pair of peaks that moved up and down due to Pella’s efforts, Sean felt that life was full of hope.

As he climbed to the top, Theon could feel the strange constriction of her body, then the sudden release of electricity that made him close his eyes. Then Pera’s entire body lay on top of his. The fullness of her breasts pressed against Theon’s body, and he felt content.

He was still in Pera’s body, and the night was long, and the joy could continue.

However, just as Theon was preparing to attack, the communicator on Pera’s body rang.