Archer couldn't help but get excited at the sight of Demetra's sloppy hunger and Aeris's submissive passion, driving him to the edge. His groans turned deeper as their mouths moved in sync, the navy-haired beauty's deep, throat-fucking trading off with the Wraiths' softer, teasing licks on his balls, their hands stroking whatever their lips couldn't reach.
Precum covered their fingers, faces, and the bed creaked beneath them as they leaned in, even more. The shark woman's nails dug into his thighs once again, while Aeris's hands clutched at him like he was her lifeline. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one they were building, their passionate teamwork pushing him closer to breaking.
