Aiden had Thristle bent over the edge of the massive bed, her thick red thighs spread wide, ass high and presented like an offering.
His hands gripped her wide hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed into her from behind—deep, punishing strokes that made her whole voluptuous body jolt forward with every thrust.
Her slick, greedy pussy swallowed his cock to the root each time, wet squelching sounds echoing obscenely through the candlelit chamber.
"AAAAHHH~! My King—yes—fuck—ram that fat cock deeper—stretch your naughty hobgoblin slut—nnngh~ nnngh~ nnngh~!"
Thristle's voice was raw, shameless, dripping with desperate lust. Her long hair whipped across her back as she shoved her hips back to meet him, chasing every brutal inch. "God—your dick is so thick—feels like it's splitting me in half—love it—love being your breeding bitch—ahh~ ahh~ ahh~!"
