*Puchi Puchi~* squelching and moaning sounds echoed through the room, Elora arched forward, her purple eyes darkened and dazed with pleasure.
Thorn's heart raced; his eyes trailed the beads of sweat slipping down her body, the gentle sway of her breasts, and her pleasured-filled expression.
He ached painfully, wishing to replace his fingers and thrust into her warmth.
But reasons kept him sane—he had to take things gently and open her up with some foreplay before diving into the main course.
Leaning forward, he licked her nipple, biting it slightly as he sucked on it. His thrusting actions didn't stop and he added in another finger.
Elora was torn by two sensations, her inner walls clenched tightly around his fingers, sucking them tightly as if to snap them off.
"Ah~hhh~" Elora clenched the bedsheet, and more love juice gushed out—squelching noises echoed in rhythm with his thrusts.
