Daniel lifted her into his arms, her soft weight settling against his chest as he carried her across the room to the empty table beside the closed wooden window.
Then he lowered her onto the tabletop with gentle care.
Elira lay like a naked turkey, thighs parted wide, knees falling open, eyes half-lidded, squinting, while her pussy glistened — with the warm white fluid that still clung to her.
*Slap Slap!*
"Mnh~ hmmh~" she moaned softly as his hand landed across her ass. "Stop…💅🏻 ngh— we don't have much time. Just fuck me already."
Daniel smirked and leaned in close, pressing his index finger to her lips. "Shh… I'm more hungry than you."
He yanked his pants down and freed his rock-hard cock, the thick length pointing toward her like a loaded cannon.
Stepping closer to her face, he let the musky scent of it wash over her.
