Max pulled the golden-haired spirit's head back until his cock slipped free from her mouth with a wet sound. Thick strands of saliva stretched between her swollen lips and his length before breaking and dripping down her chin. Her face glistened, messy and flushed, her bright blue eyes looking up at him with hunger, effort, and the desperate hope of being praised.
Without a word, Max turned her around and pressed one hand between her shoulder blades, guiding her down onto her hands and knees in the grass before the watching circle. Her golden hair spilled forward as she lowered herself, her back arching instinctively.
The vines and leaves that barely covered her shifted aside as she presented herself to him, her soaked pussy already swollen and dripping from watching him claim Saelunith earlier.
