Beside her, Liraeth locked eyes with her, her delicate hands playing with Sylvaris's heavy balls. She cradled them gently at first, then began to roll them slowly, massaging and teasing with reverent care, heightening his pleasure with every twitch of Lilith's broken body.
Every time Lilith gagged, every time she shivered helplessly around his cock, Liraeth rewarded Sylvaris with firmer strokes, firmer worship — like a priestess offering tribute at a dark altar.
Lilith's body trembled harder now, her throat bulging slightly with every violent thrust, her legs slipping against the drool-slick floor.
She's so devoted to him… Is Sylvaris a true god? How could these two women worship him so much…?
Ahhh~ but his dick tastes so good… it must be the reason…
The sounds of her ruin grew louder:
GLRK— GLUKK— SLRRRP— HNNGH—Wet, desperate, filthy.
Lilith gasped raggedly around his cock, her tongue fluttering desperately against the thick, pulsing underside of the shaft.
