Elsa lay on her side, one leg lifted high by Damian's strong hand while he drove into her from behind in a steady, deep rhythm. The thick length of his cock filled her completely with every thrust, the wet sounds of their joining soft but constant in the blue-lit chamber. She reached back, fingers sliding into his hair, and pulled his head closer. Turning her face over her shoulder, she leaned into him until their mouths met in a long, passionate kiss. Tongues tangled slowly at first, then faster with growing hunger as his hips continued their measured pace.
While they kissed, Damian's free hand moved to her breast, cupping the full weight of it and massaging with firm, circular strokes. His fingers soon drifted lower, finding the swollen pearl of her clit and rubbing it in time with each inward thrust.
