"Ahnn~ Mmhh~"
His grip under her thighs was solid — palms stretched wide, fingers sinking into the curve where ass met flesh. Ytrisia's legs were locked around his waist now, her heels digging into his lower back like she was trying to fuse them together.
Water rained over both their bodies, but the heat wasn't from the steam.
It was from her — from the way her cunt gripped his cock like a wet, twitching vice every time he bottomed out.
Every time he hit her cervix, she jolted, her body bouncing up against the wall, breasts juggling wildly as she clung to him like a lifeline.
"Gods…" Cruxius breathed, his voice low, trembling at the edges. "You feel like you were made for me."
He slammed in again.
Squelch. Slap. Squelch.
