Cassandra clung to his body like a koala, her chest rising and falling continuously. Her face was flushed red, and fine beads of sweat formed on her temples. This kind of position, where she couldn't stand, had clearly made her use up several times more stamina than usual.
But she still continues going down and up, she clearly likes the feeling of his Dragon entering inside her sacred forest, nearly touching her deeper and then coming out. It was such a wonderful feeling for her.
Sharky groaned as Cassandra continued her relentless pace, her tight heat enveloping him with each downward thrust. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, drawing him deeper inside.
"You're so tight," he panted, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her rear. "And wet... so wet for me."
Cassandra mewled softly in response, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "Only for you," she murmured against his skin. "You make me this way."
