Naturally, Circe was overwhelmed, unable to handle the pleasure.
Leaning against the glass, her trembling body sank into ecstasy.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Hauk...! So good...! This is too good...! Haaang! Haang! Aagh! Aagh!"
"You said you didn't want it, but now you're loving it to death?"
"Your cock's thrusting so deep...! Haang! Heut! I can't stand it...! Aaaah...♥"
Her folds wrapped around the deep-thrusting cock.
Her ripe, lascivious pussy eagerly clamped down, serving the cock.
"Doggy style with Circe is always the best. With these perfect birthing hips, it's only natural."
"Aah Hggh Aah Heouk Ohh♥"
Feeling it, Karl thrust his cock even harder.
Her soft, shock-absorbing hips cushioned the impact, accepting his cock perfectly.
"What's that over there?"
"Euh?!"
At that moment, two witches walking down the street took interest in the mirrored box.
