"Yeah. Yeah, I think so."
He began to move, a slow upward thrust that hit a spot deep inside her she didn't know existed.
"Oh! Right there. Fuck, Roshan, right THERE!"
He lifted her slowly.
Just a few inches.
Then let her sink back down.
SQUELCH!
The sound was crude, wet, filthy.
She moaned at the drag of his cock against her inner walls, at the way he hit something deep inside that made her see stars.
Again.
Lift and sink.
SCHLK! SQUELCH!
Her cunt made obscene noises with every movement, slick and stretched and completely filled.
Behind her, Nyx wasn't idle. He leaned over her shoulder, his hands kneading her breasts, his own hard length pressing against the small of her back. He began to stroke himself, the sight of Roshan inside their mate driving him to the edge.
Faelyn reached back blindly, her hand finding Nyx's neck and pulling him forward.
"Don't just watch," she whimpered.
