Satomi rolled her hips slow and teasing, making Akira feel every hot, smooth inch of her pussy walls clamp down tight from the thick base of his cock all the way to the throbbing tip.
Her pussy was deeper than the younger girls', more skilled… inner muscles pulsing in smooth waves that stroked and milked his shaft like she craved every drop of his cum.
"Feel that?" she whispered, her full lips grazing his in a soft, hungry brush. "That's an elder succubus claiming her lord right. No wild bouncing... just pure, tight control."
She rose up slow until only his fat, swollen cockhead stayed buried in her wet heat, then dropped back down in one long, smooth slide.
The juicy, wet smack of their bodies joining filled the warded room… loud, filthy, and so damn good.
Akira's hands grabbed her wide, curvy hips right away. His fingers sank deep into her soft, warm flesh, pulling her rhythm even though she owned it already.
