Chapter 388 - -388
"Your Majesty... your pussy feels so good," he gasped. "So tight around my cock."
Elara did not reply. Her face stayed cold. She rode him faster, bouncing on his cock with controlled force. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his shaft filled the room. She looked at Ken.
"Come closer."
Ken knelt beside them. Elara grabbed his cock again and stroked him while she continued riding Mahir. She switched her rhythm — slow and deep, then fast and shallow — never letting either man settle into the pleasure.
She suddenly lifted off Mahir’s cock. It slipped out, glistening and throbbing. She moved over to Ken and sat on his cock instead. She took him inside her in one hard drop. She rode Ken the same way — hard, deep, and completely in control. Her hands pressed on his shoulders, pinning him down.
"Your Majesty..." Ken growled, his voice rough. "Fuck... your pussy is squeezing me so hard."
Elara ignored their words. She rode him faster, her hips moving with mechanical precision and power. Then she switched back to Mahir. She kept switching between them, riding one for a while, then the other. Each time she changed, she made sure to edge them — bringing them close to cumming, then stopping completely and letting the cold air hit their wet, aching cocks.
After several long minutes, she stood up. "On your knees. Both of you."
Mahir and Ken knelt on the bed facing each other. Elara sat between them on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs wide. She pulled Mahir’s head between her thighs first.
"Lick."