54. IT'S CALLED 69
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His hungry mouth couldn’t hold back anymore and went straight to devour his female’s.
He moved his lips over Lyra’s soft ones, sucked them between his teeth, and slid his tongue inside to taste her.
Lyra pushed him by the chest, and Drakkar stepped back, still locked in the kiss, until he was cornered against a tree.
His large hand slid under his woman’s skirt.
Breathing heavily, mouths moving and tongues intertwining.
His calloused fingers caressed the length of her wet slit, the soaked panties full of desire. They slipped past the edge, reaching the slippery folds and the throbbing clit.
Lyra moaned into his mouth from the way he teased and groped her so erotically.
Drakkar rubbed her clit in delicious circles that made her whole body tremble.
He caressed between her pussy petals and pushed his middle finger in, fingering her, stretching her open.
Drakkar buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent, growling low at the vigorous movements of his ma