Seamus ground his cock against Madeline's slick entrance, dragging the thick head up and down her swollen lips, rubbing her clit until her whole body trembled with excitement.
The wet sound of skin on skin mixed with her low moans. He licked his bottom lip, already imagining the tight hole he had tasted a moment ago hugging his shaft, milking him dry.
"What an impatient boy," Madeline said, tilting her head. Her golden eyes glinted in the dark, pupils long and thin like a predator sizing up prey.
"Well, I'm not the one who was splurting cum everywhere," he shrugged, grinding himself against her again.
"That is your fault—"
Her voice was cut off by Seamus' sudden thrust, deep and greedy. He didn't give any warning; in one hard push, his whole shaft slid inside her, stretching her walls until she gasped.
It felt like fire and ice at once, pain and pleasure tangled into one.
"AH!" She jolted, back arching as her claws dug into the sheets.
