"Nghnnn~ Aghnnn~~ Oghnnn~ E-Ethan~ L-Lord E-Ethan~"
The sweet, obscene moans of the elven noble echoed through the room as she rode Ethan's cock, her hips slamming down hard, her movements growing increasingly frantic and desperate.
They were no longer on the couch.
Sunset was approaching, bathing the bedroom in a warm orange light that danced across their sweaty skin, wrapping every curve of the elf's body in an almost divine glow.
On the large, luxurious bed covered in white sheets, Ethan lay on his back, his hands folded behind his head.
Above him, Faelith straddled his hips, wearing nothing but that white miniskirt and the tiny top of the same immaculate color.
The thin fabric of the top was already completely soaked with sweat, clinging to her skin along every curve, transparent enough to reveal her puffy nipples pressing firmly against it.
Her full breasts bounced uncontrollably with each downward slam, springing upward toward her chin before plummeting back down.
