Her cunt twitched hard around his fingers, walls fluttering like a trapped bird.
Her toes curled, black nails scraping stone. She bit her lip until obsidian blood beaded.
Gezza smirked, yanked his fingers free with a wet schlick, and fisted his cock slick, throbbing, veins bulging .
One stroke, two, then he slammed back in to the root.
"Unngh—" He grunted, hips flush to hers.
"Looks like you're losing."
Miral's back bowed off the slab, spine cracking stone. Her hands clawed air, found only vines they wrapped her wrists, pinning her, leaves trembling.
Her moan turned feral, galaxies exploding in her eyes.
Gezza slammed home again, cock buried to the hilt, her walls spasming around him like a fist on fire.
"Feel that? That's me owning your magic cunt." His voice dripped sleaze, hips snapping slap-slap-slap, balls smacking her ass. "You're gonna cream all over this dick before I even think about nutting."
