SIN BETWEEN THE SHEETS
I grin, slamming down, the dildo’s chill sparking in my ass, the tendrils buzzing on my clit, conjured to tease me now.
The door creaks again, footsteps crunching on straw, but I don’t stop, riding Kristoff with punishing speed, my breasts bouncing, the beam shaking. The orgasm builds like a blizzard, and I’m trembling, the risk of discovery pushing me over. I moan, too loud, as it hits, my pussy gushing around his cock, soaking the hay below. He cums, hot and thick, filling me as I clench, the tendrils milking every pulse.
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