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Lyra stood up, fixing her clothes and glancing at him with those big confused eyes.

She held back the urge to laugh in his face.

Her bare foot stretched out, toes brushing along her man’s exposed cock, stroking it up and down, making it throb.

“If you keep being this good, maybe I’ll give you more gifts when we reach that pack,” she smiled flirtatiously, fighting her own desires.

Drakkar swallowed hard as he watched her walk off to light the fire; the scent of her wet sex flooded him w