Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire
I groan, thrusting up, pleasure radiating from my core, balls tightening.
She rides me hard, breasts bouncing, moans loud and desperate.
“Fuck me, Cillian,” she demands, nails digging into my chest. Kaelen’s fingers find my ass, probing with oil, stretching me as he whispers, “Ours.”
Zane kisses Elyria, then me, his tongue aggressive, while Ardyn strokes himself, watching us unravel.
The room’s a symphony of moans, Elyria’s whimpers, Kaelen’s grunts, Zane’s curses, my own gasps.
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