Selvara's body went wonderfully, heavily limp, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she rolled off him, collapsing onto the silk sheets beside his hip.
A faint, satisfied smile played on her pale lips, her huge breasts rising and falling softly. Aiden lay there, basking in the afterglow, when a shadow fell across his chest.
Lysandra, had seen her chance. Her Crimson eyes, wide and fixed on his still-hard length, burned with immediate, fierce need.
She crawled over Selvara's legs, her curvy body a slick, warm weight as she settled onto his lap, straddling him with practiced ease.
There was no preamble, no soft exploration. She grabbed his cock, guiding it with a single, urgent movement, and impaled herself.
"Gah!" Lysandra cried out, a guttural sound of pure, immediate gratification. She was tight, wet, and incredibly hot. "Oh, Sir Aiden! Ahhh!"
She began to ride, a furious, desperate pace that instantly reignited the fire in his loins.
