Ameth's breath caught, her sharp face tensing against the quilt, but she didn't protest, her icy blue eyes fluttering as she tried to process the sensation, her body caught between confusion and arousal.
Lor gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft, oiled flesh, and began to move, sliding his cock along the crease of her ass, the oil making each stroke smooth and sensual, the heat of her skin driving him wild.
"Don't mind," he murmured, his voice rough, his hazel eyes locked on the way her curvy frame shifted beneath him, her full breasts pressed into the mattress, her breathing steady but measured, betraying none of the turmoil she usually suppressed.
Ameth's icy personality had snapped back into place the moment her climax faded, her sharp face emotionless, her mind clear and racing as Lor's cock glided against her.
