Lilith's golden eyes were half-lidded with exhausted but still-present hunger as she nuzzled closer into Trevor's chest. Her heavy breasts pressed warmly against him, nipples still leaking thin trails of sweet milk that smeared across his skin. The thick, muscular thigh she had draped over his hip shifted restlessly, her cum-slick pussy and ass grinding in slow, lazy circles against his spent but miraculously still-hard cock. Even after countless orgasms, his body—fueled by her demonic magic and the euphoric milk—refused to soften completely.
"Mmm… you're still ready for me," she purred, voice husky and low. Her tail coiled lazily around the base of his shaft, giving it a possessive squeeze. "Good. Because I'm nowhere near done claiming every drop you have."
Trevor's hands roamed her back, tracing the curve of her spine down to the base of her tail. "You're insatiable," he murmured, half-laughing, half-groaning as her hips rocked again, coating him in their combined mess.
