Luke had diluted the serum that elevates the stimulation and yet the way she was hopping on his cock right now, it doesn't appear that the effect has been reduced at all.
Each downward bounce drove him deeper, the tight ring of her ass gripping and releasing with wet, rhythmic suction that filled the quiet room.
"Ah...haah...haah...this feels...great...I can't stop..." And well, she wasn't. Her breath came in short, hot bursts against the side of his neck, warm and uneven, carrying the faint sweet scent of her skin mixed with the sharper tang of arousal.
Luke was sitting on a chair at this point while Laila fucked herself on him with energetic hops of her ass. The wooden seat creaked under their combined weight.
Her thighs flexed and trembled with every lift, soft flesh jostling against his lap as the slick heat of her body swallowed him again and again. Skin slapped skin in a steady, fleshy rhythm, the sound wet and lewd.
