MAGNUS

Hannah’s mouth tasted like pure glory. Her full lips were a delicacy I couldn’t get enough of sucking and nibbling.

My tongue dove deep inside that cavity, exploring it and stealing her breath.

My hands never stopped, roaming all over her body, stripping her with hungry urgency.

She wasn’t falling behind either. Hannah might have winter magic, but as a woman she was pure fire.

The heat of estrus was burning through our thoughts, leaving nothing but lust.

I tore off her jacket and unbuttoned her shirt, removing every layer until my palms were buried in those generous breasts.

“Mnnn…” Hannah moaned, twisting under me.

My tongue slid along her chin, tracing the sharp line of her jaw and descending down her soft neck.

I loved the taste of her sweat, and the lavender scent had me on the edge of spilling in my pants.

My cock hung free, half exposed, aching to rub against any part of her body like a horny animal.

“Fuck, fuck, so big… shhhh, these tits taste so good, baby…” I