The room was enveloped in the bluish twilight of the moonlight filtering through the velvet curtains.
The only sound, besides panting breaths and muffled moans, was the wet, lascivious rhythm of flesh pressing against flesh.
Serafall, on all fours on the bed, arched her back at a perfect angle, offering herself completely. Her face was buried in the pillow, but her half-closed eyes were fixed on the sleeping figure in the bed beside her.
Victor, sweating, his back muscles tense beneath his skin, moved with fierce determination.
Each thrust was deep, calculated, seeking the most sensitive spot within her. His hands gripped Serafall's hips firmly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, marking it with the intensity of the act.
"Ahh~ You're going so deep… where are you trying to get to, huh?" Serafall whispered, her voice a thread of provocation and ecstasy mixed together.
She tightened her inner walls around him, a warm, deliberate squeeze. "Such a… devoted… son to his mother."
