Eren reeled back, jolting from the sudden intensity of her assault—But Shaula didn't let up.
Her mouth moved with unrelenting hunger. Inside, her tongue curled and pulled against his.
Outside, their lips were locked in slick, feverish heat—moisture mixing with every gasp.
Shaula's hands clutched at his shoulders, then slid around him, pulling him closer. Her clothes—soaked through with sweat—clung to her skin, and when she pressed against him, her breasts crashed into his bare, taut chest.
She pushed harder, body trembling with heat.Her sweat smeared onto him, every movement rubbing more of her onto his skin.
Below, their bodies aligned.Eren's cock—thick and rigid—brushed up against her.The tip pressed softly against her damp slit, already soaked with arousal.Her wetness glistened along his shaft, coating him with her own arousal through the damp fabric.
