Isolde was still on top of Aiden, her thick thighs clamped around his hips, pussy stretched tight around his cock. She moved slow and deliberate now, after the third round, grinding her clit against his base with every roll of her hips.
Her red eyes burned down at him, palms pressed hard against the glowing fractures on his chest. Each press sent a sharp spike of pain through his ribs that twisted straight into raw pleasure.
"Fill me again," she growled, voice low and rough. "I want your cum leaking down my thighs when we walk back out there."
Aiden gripped her ass, fingers digging into firm muscle, and thrust up hard. The cot creaked under them. Isolde clenched around him, milking his shaft as he drove deeper.
Her tits bounced with each slam, nipples hard and dark. She leaned down, biting his lower lip, then straightened and rode him faster, hips snapping.
"Fuck—Isolde—" Aiden groaned, golden eyes locked on hers.
