Chapter 172: This looks really tight [End]
"Shut up," Rhea muttered, her face red, but a grin tugged at her lips, her ass clenching as Kael pushed in, the tight ring stretching around his cock, the lube making it smooth, her moan raw, her body rocking forward.
Freya’s low, throaty chuckle vibrated against Kael’s back as she slithered closer, her full, heavy breasts pressing into him, their soft warmth molding to his skin.
Her hardened nipples grazed his spine, sending shivers racing through him, a teasing promise of more.
Her breath was hot against his ear, her voice a sultry purr.
"This looks really tight, Kael," she murmured, her words dripping with mischief.
One hand roamed his chest, her nails scraping lightly over the taut ridges of his abs, circling his nipples with maddening slowness.
Her other hand drifted lower, fingers curling around his balls, massaging them with a gentle, electric touch that made his breath hitch, his body tensing with raw need.
Kael’s hazel eyes fluttered, half-lidded with lust, his cock buried deep in Rhea’s ass.
The sensation was overwhelming—her tight, velvety walls gripped him like a vice, warm and pulsing, every shallow thrust igniting sparks of pleasure that coiled low in his gut.
It was unlike anything else, primal and forbidden, a delicious contrast to the slick heat of vaginal sex.
Each movement sent a tremor through them both, their bodies locked in a rhythm that felt both sacred and profane.