The sofa creaked softly beneath Nikolai's weight as he leaned back into the cushions, one arm stretched along the backrest while the other rested lazily between his legs, squeezing his throbbing cock.
Madoka knelt in front of him.
'What a sight, the woman I used to lust after as an imaginary lover is now drinking my cum.'
The impassioned rush from earlier was nowhere to be seen. Their insults mixed with violent thrusts and snarling vanished completely. Just the warm, dim room and the faint sound of their breathing, along with the heavy scent of sex still lingering in the air.
Madoka's golden eyes never left him. Or rather, never left his cock.
Her cheeks remained flushed bright red.
Her hair remained dishevelled from earlier, black-and-white strands falling messily over her shoulders while her thick striped tail curled lazily across the carpet behind her.
Nikolai slowly wrapped his fingers around his cock.
