When the Villainess Falls Out of Love
With a guttural roar, his hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt as he flooded her completely bare, pumping thick, scorching waves of his seed deep into her womb.
Panting heavily, they collapsed into each other's arms, their skin slick with sweat and bathwater. But before she could even fully catch her breath, Kajarin felt the thick, warm length still buried deep inside her twitch and harden all over again. He was already bucking his hips upward, hungry for more.
"Can you handle another round?" he rasped, genuinely worried he might break her.
"I can handle it. I haven't had nearly enough of you," she replied, sticking her tongue out in a brazen, filthy invitation.
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