Her inner walls squeezed around him, hot and wet, and he began to move.
He pumped her, slowly at first, then faster and harder.
The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, and their moans echoed off the tiles.
The air was heavy with the scent of sex.
Seraphina's nails clawed at his back, leaving red lines on his skin.
Ethan buried his face in her neck, his breath warm against her ear.
His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending shivers through her.
"You like that?" he murmured.
"Oh, god," she gasped.
"Yes. Keep going."
He sped up his rhythm, fucking her hard and deep.
Her pussy clenched around him, her thighs gripping his waist.
Her body writhed beneath him, her back arching, her hips rocking.
The feeling was intense.
But as they were going at it, Lilith slowly came up behind him—and then she lowered herself right on top of him, her soft, oiled skin pressing against his back.
