slcukk...
"~ahh~"
Slucck...
Sluck...
"~mmhh~"
The wet, slick sound of flesh slapping echoed through the room, thick with an intense, dripping erotic atmosphere.
Aether was still tied to the bed.
So who was moving then?
"~ahh~~ahh~"
Of course, it was Aqualina. She was doing all the work—her ass bouncing like a lustful rhythm machine, jiggling every time it slapped against Aether's muscular thighs.
His thick cock was buried deep inside her soaked pussy, sliding in and out, smearing her slick nectar along his shaft as she moved her hips with desperate need.
Aether, although he burned to thrust into her himself, couldn't deny how hot it was to watch her trying so hard.
There was something delicious about seeing her like this—struggling, trembling, flushed, lost in pleasure.
'I thought this was supposed to be my punishment?' he mused, eyes locked on her body. But now… it was hard to tell.
