290. Visiting an ex-friend
He was breathing heavily, panting, growling against her neck, his scorching breath hitting her ear like the heat of a roaring furnace.
His tail was already moving vigorously, perfectly coordinated with the thrusts of Azura’s hips, plunging in and out with wet, squelching sounds, reaching deep into her cervix, stretching her completely.
Slap, slap, slap, slap!
The echo of his heavy balls smacking against Aysling's reddened cheeks filled the space as she clung to the column, moaning mindlessly fr