Their skin slapped, her rhythm frantic now, fucking herself on him like she couldn't get enough, her full breasts bouncing wildly, her thighs trembling, her pussy pulsing around him.
All around them, others cried out, bodies tangled in lust and worship—lips sucking, hips grinding, flesh yielding—but Lor only felt her—tight, wet, perfect—riding him like he was hers to break.
Only heard her—breathless gasps, filthy moans—like she was made to come apart on his cock.
She leaned in, kissed his neck, bit his ear, her pussy clenching hard around him.
"Cum inside," she whispered, her voice raw with need. "Fill me up, pretty noble."
He obeyed, his cock throbbing violently, his hands gripping her hips as he came—hard, deep, spilling inside her, hot cum flooding her pussy as she milked him, her moan shaking against his throat.
