"Three… inches more…?"
"No more!" Oathran spat. He moaned and continued pumping, once again trying not to acknowledge the way her cunt's suction almost made him go berserk.
Cecilia turned her head, her breath still warm and uneven from her climax, and fixed her gaze on Eastiel. Her lips, swollen and glistening, curved into a smile as she reached for him.
"Eastie… your brother won't give me more inches… you gimme…" she whined.
Eastiel's hand tightened around his phone. The camera was still recording, the red dot blinking, the lens capturing every devastating detail as she leaned in.
She started at his tip. The head of his lion cock was round and red like a very big and plump cherry, the red gradienting down his shaft. His cock was the prettiest, the curve the most elegant, but the texture…
