"Oh, My King, yes… more…" Thristle gasped, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders. "Faster, my love, faster."
He obliged, his thrusts growing more urgent, burying himself deeper into her wet heat with each stroke.
Her boobs jiggled with every impact, her violet hair a wild mess around her face. He felt his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful push, a rhythmic thud against her soft skin.
Meanwhile, Valeforia, unable to contain herself, had turned her attention to Xylendra. "Onee-chan," She purred, her mulled wine red hair brushing against her sister's silver strands. "You look so tense."
Xylendra, her purple skin flushing, her massive boobs heaving, tried to pull away. "Va-Chan, stop… not here…" Her voice was a shy whisper, but her body betrayed her, leaning slightly into her twin's touch.
