"Ohh yeah, baby… so good," Alaric growled, his voice low and rough as he leaned down, his lips smooching Afa's neck with slow, deliberate kisses. One hand squeezed her tits, his fingers teasing her nipples, while the other slipped under her skirt, moving between her legs, rubbing her pussy.
"Ahm.." Afa let out a soft moan, her body arching into his touch, her eyes half-closed but still flicking toward me, like she was making sure I was watching.
"Ahh… my lord… use me," Afa murmured, her voice breathy and full of heat as she pressed herself closer to him. The air around them pulsed harder, Alaric's aura growing denser, heavier, like it was feeding off her energy with every touch.
