His sword plunges into my sheath again and again—each thrust wetter, hotter, needier.
The sticky sounds of skin and lust echo around us. He fills me with his fire, spilling his "white mana" deep inside.
His sword plunges into my sheath again and again—each thrust wetter, hotter, needier.
The sticky sounds of skin and lust echo around us. He fills me with his fire, spilling his "white mana" deep inside.